Chapter 834

Mo Chuan finally realized that something was wrong. The flame in his body that had been extinguished with great difficulty had unknowingly started to gather energy again.

He was a bit annoyed. He couldn't control himself and he wouldn't help her take off her clothes. If this continued, wouldn't he be the one suffering?

When he was prepared to leave her body, he was suddenly stunned and looked at her in a daze.

Her black, waterfall-like hair covered the pillow, making her face look especially white and tender. She was staring at him without blinking, her clear and bright eyes were watery and her lips were bright red.

The red wedding dress had come apart at an unknown time and her white as jade skin could be vaguely seen under her loose underwear. Through the open collar, he could see her slightly rising and falling chest, snow white and delicate …..

He suddenly looked away, not daring to keep looking. His heart was already beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest.

She raised her hand and held his face, deeply looking into his eyes.

"Mo Chuan, do you like it? If you like it, then take it. I'm yours. "She whispered.

"… …" Mo Chuan couldn't say a single word.

His throat was very hoarse and his face was as red as the wedding dress under her. His strong self-control collapsed in front of her, completely disappearing.

He finally reached out with a trembling hand and placed it under the collar of her underwear, moving it down bit by bit.

She just closed her eyes shyly, and her jade-like skin slid under his palm.

"Dong! Dong! Dong! " His heart was beating so fast and his palm was soft. It was like he could feel her heartbeat. It was as fast and urgent as his own.

His breathing became even more chaotic.

He never knew that her body could be so soft. It was as soft as a puddle of water, and as delicate as silk, bringing with it a sense of warmth. It was as if he was in a trance, and the fire in his heart burned fiercer and fiercer. He wanted more and more.

Their bodies were as hot as fire as they tightly hugged, kissed, and caressed. They were incomparably curious about each other's bodies and were filled with anticipation and nervousness about what was about to happen next.

Mo Chuan's body was like a drawn bow. He had no experience at all and was just relying on his instincts. Sometimes he would accidentally hurt her when he used too much strength. She couldn't help knitting her brows and making a "si" sound. He would immediately stop and ask her, "Does it hurt?"

He was this careful, holding her in his palm, not willing to let her feel pain.

But she knew that a woman's first time always had to go through that tearing pain. Only then would she remember that he was her man, her only man!

"I don't feel pain. If you want to do it, then do it boldly, don't worry about my feelings." She was panting as she whispered in his ear.

He was taking care of her body like this, which made her feel embarrassed. She wasn't a delicate and fragile glass doll, how could she break with just a touch?

Mo Chuan's body instantly froze. He took a deep breath and looked down at her.

How could he not care about her feelings when doing such a thing? But he didn't have any experience. Mo Chuan's heart. Mo Mo, he did his heart.

But he really had no experience. He didn't know what to do to make her feel better.