A fashion queen

The whole room was now filled with an intense and indissoluble scent of lust, which was like thick smoke, filling every corner of the room, as if even the air had been completely ignited by this fiery passion.

The breathing of both of them became heavier as their emotions continued to heat up, and their heavy breathing intertwined with each other, like an extremely ambiguous and seductive piece of music.

Under Mo Yunting's passionate and fierce attack, Cui Xueying was already deeply intoxicated, as if she had fallen into a psychedelic dream, completely oblivious to everything around her. She tightly closed her beautiful eyes, completely throwing herself into this ultimate pleasure, savoring this wonderful and intoxicating moment.

At this moment, there were no other complicated thoughts and ideas in her mind. She simply let her body's instincts lead her to bravely pursue the most primitive and pure happiness from the depths of her heart.

In this vortex of crazy desire, Mo Yunting had lost count of how many times he had taken her. He only clearly felt that every time he had close contact with her, he could no longer stop and could not extricate himself.

Moreover, he always felt as if he had endless strength and energy in his body, as if he would never feel tired. His desire for her was like the strong dependence on drugs, which made him unable to resist and deeply addicted.

If he hadn't seen her begging for mercy with tears in her eyes, he would probably have been immersed in this crazy state and unable to stop.

Mo Yunting quietly gazed at the delicate figure in his arms—Cui Xueying. She had her eyes tightly closed, her breathing steady and gentle, clearly overcome by exhaustion and falling into a deep sleep. Looking at her face, slightly pale from exhaustion, Mo Yunting felt as if his heart were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and a wave of tenderness instantly filled his heart.

He slowly lowered his head, his movements so gentle as if he feared waking the sleeping kitten, and gently kissed her smooth forehead. That kiss was filled with endless tenderness and love. Then, Mo Yunting carefully stood up, holding Cui Xueying in his arms as if she were the most precious treasure in the world, and walked step by step towards the bathroom.

Under the warm water, Mo Yunting carefully wiped Cui Xueying's body, each movement extremely cautious, fearing to wake her. He carefully washed away the sweat and fatigue from her body, allowing her to fall asleep comfortably. After washing, Mo Yunting wrapped Cui Xueying in a large, soft towel, carried her back to the bedroom, and gently laid her on the bed.

Then, he cautiously reached out his hands, gently grasped a corner of the soft quilt, and slowly unfolded it, his movements so gentle that he seemed afraid to wake a sleeping butterfly. Every subtle movement was filled with endless tenderness and care. He moved the quilt inch by inch, ensuring that no cold air could sneak into her delicate body.

His gaze fell on Cui Xueying's picturesque, peaceful, sleeping face, and Mo Yunting couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, revealing a doting smile. His eyes were filled with affection, like a pool of warm spring water, gently rippling with love. He lowered his voice and whispered softly, "Dear, have a good sleep. I'll be back with you soon."

Then, like a lithe ghost, Mo Yunting tiptoed toward the door. Each step was like a feather falling to the ground, making almost no sound. When he reached the door, he grasped the doorknob with extra care, turning it slowly and gently closing it. The entire process was smooth and seamless, perfectly avoiding even the slightest noise to disturb her sweet dreams.

However, Mo Yunting didn't stop his busy pace after leaving the room. He hurried into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and began to carefully prepare a hearty and delicious meal for her. Thinking about how she had been tormented by him since yesterday and how long it had been, she must have been starving.

Especially recalling the moment he'd bathed her earlier and seeing the scars on her body left by his uncontrolled desire, Mo Yunting couldn't help but feel a surge of remorse. If he'd been more restrained, perhaps she could have been spared these injuries. But now it was too late to say anything. He could only atone for his debt to her with this delicious meal.