"Mm..."
Mu Xinlan's words were swallowed by Cheng Zhiming's kiss, and she shyly endured it. His first taste of her sweetness made him want to take more.
Cheng Zhiming was a mature man, who hadn't touched a woman in years, causing him to lose control momentarily, and his kisses grew more reckless.
He slowly pressed Mu Xinlan onto the sofa; she felt him losing control, his hand had already slipped into her nightgown and the rough texture of his fingers rubbed against her skin, jolting her awake, "No!"
She pushed Cheng Zhiming away with force, stood up from the sofa, and said embarrassedly, "Too fast! Eiran, I'm not a casual woman, I don't want to..."
Seeing her clutching the edge of her clothes looking lost, Cheng Zhiming adjusted his breath and spoke, "Xinlan, you're a good girl, I shouldn't have offended you like this!"
Mu Xinlan looked up at him, bit her lip, and suddenly turned and ran upstairs.
