A fashion queen

When the soft and warm first ray of sunlight in the early morning slowly shines into the room through the thin gauze curtains, the two people sleeping in each other's arms on the bed slowly wake up under this gentle caress.

"Xueying, I love you... This love has already penetrated my bones, and words cannot express it. I love you so much!" Mo Yunting hugged the person in his arms tightly, buried his head deeply in the crook of her swan-like neck, and whispered softly. His voice was low and magnetic, as if it contained endless affection. Every word seemed to flow from the deepest part of his heart, filled with his deep, passionate, ardent and persistent feelings for Cui Xueying.

"Yun Ting, me too... Ever since I made up my mind to be with you forever, my heart and body have completely belonged to you alone." Cui Xueying tilted her head back slightly, responding coquettishly to her lover's confession. Her sweet, soft voice, as melodious as a nightingale's song and as rich and sweet as honey, was intoxicating and irresistible.

At this moment, her fair and delicate little hands became even more restless. Like a nimble little snake, they wandered on Mo Yunting's broad, strong and masculine chest, gently drawing circles, one after another, as if they would never stop.

Mo Yunting felt the touch of her playful gesture, and suddenly felt a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen, quickly spreading throughout his body. He couldn't help but breathe heavily, his body tense like a fully drawn bow, trying hard to restrain the surging, almost uncontrollable desire in his heart.

After all, this was the first time in his life that he had heard her such straightforward and touching love words with his own ears. This was undoubtedly a huge temptation and shock to him, who had always been calm and introverted.

Mo Yunting felt the desire within him surge like a burning flame, instantly engulfing his entire body. He could no longer suppress the urge deep within him. He suddenly rolled over with a mighty force, pinning Cui Xueying down with lightning speed. At the same time, he reached out and accurately grasped the small hand that had been playfully teasing and tantalizing his heartstrings on his sturdy chest.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a half-smile, and he asked in a tone full of desire and teasing: "What, little goblin, are you still not satisfied? Do you want to continue?" There seemed to be a blazing fire in his deep and fiery eyes, which made people sink into it involuntarily at a glance.

"Huh?" Cui Xueying was startled by his sudden action. When she heard Mo Yunting's ambiguous words, a shy blush suddenly appeared on her fair face, as tempting as a ripe apple. Her breathing began to become increasingly rapid, and her chest kept rising and falling like a frightened deer.

Because just last night, they had experienced a crazy and absurd night of lovemaking, and until now, both of them were still naked, facing each other nakedly. This situation just gave Mo Yunting the perfect opportunity, allowing him to easily launch further offensives.

Mo Yunting's handsome face slowly approached Cui Xueying's delicate earlobe, his warm breath gently caressing her sensitive skin, bringing a tingling sensation. He lowered his voice and gently whispered in her ear, "Dear, let me satisfy you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his sexy lips couldn't wait to stick to Cui Xueying's slender neck, caressing it gently like soft feathers, and then falling on her delicate cheeks as densely as raindrops.

His movements were like flowing water, skillful and smooth, not giving the woman beneath him any chance to breathe or resist. Without any warning, he once again completely possessed her.

"Ah..." As Mo Yunting explored deeper and deeper, Cui Xueying's soft moans like whimpers involuntarily came out of her throat.

This low moan, like a flash of lightning piercing the night sky, struck Mo Yunting's heartstrings. For him at that moment, it was simply the strongest, most irresistible encouragement and stimulation in the world. The sound seemed to possess a magical power, instantly igniting the long-dormant fire of desire within him. The fire grew increasingly fierce, blazing fiercely, making his blood surge, and he wanted nothing more than to release this surging passion as quickly as possible.

Mo Yunting's hands were like nimble snakes, freely roaming over Cui Xueying's delicate body, as white as mutton fat jade. Every touch was like a jolt of electricity, causing her to tremble uncontrollably wherever it touched.

His lips, like a burning flame, were passionate and domineering. With an unquestionable and undeniable aura, he madly invaded every inch of her skin. From forehead to cheek, to neck, and finally to collarbone... every kiss was filled with endless desire and possessiveness.

Cui Xueying's eyes gradually became blurred and dazed, and her originally clear vision was now shrouded in a layer of hazy mist.

She completely lost the ability to think and could only rely on instinct to stretch out her slender and soft hands and tightly hug Mo Yunting's broad and solid back. She could clearly feel his strong and powerful muscles and his hot body temperature. All this made her heart beat faster and her breathing quicken.