Chapter 194
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He didn't expect her to taste so good.
No wonder he had a physiological reaction every time!
After a while, he kissed Wei Wei again. His thin lips landed on her neck, and he used his free hand to remove his suit and shirt, throwing them on the floor one by one, as well as her clothes.
Wei Wei was already too weak to resist. Just now, she felt as though all her bones had been crushed.
The second time, he wasn't in such a hurry. He kept kissing her lips and tongue, his large palms massaging every inch of her body.
Again, again, and again. He didn't know when to stop, wanting to taste her again and again. It was as if he wanted to taste every inch of her body to his fill.
Whenever he thought of how other men had enjoyed her like this, a destructive darkness flashed in his eyes, and he just wanted to cover up all those traces.
…
The sky outside the window was originally bright, but it gradually darkened. The night sky gradually opened up, and the darkness was as thick as ink, but the charm of the bedroom didn't fade.
In the end, Wei Wei was so tired that she didn't even want to move her toes. She fell into a deep sleep with her body covered in sweat.
Mochen's handsome face was covered in a layer of sweat. Under the light, he looked especially sexy.
He reached out to wipe his sweat, and his gaze landed on Wei Wei's face. He was lying on one side smoking, and his eyes were dark.
Even though the entire suite was filled with the smell of sex, it still smelled good.
In the past, he never knew that he was so addicted to sex, and he always thought that he was the type of person with few desires.
He picked up the ashtray at the side and gently flicked the ash. He looked at Wei Wei again, and his gaze landed on her face that was covered in fine sweat. She was sleeping, and there was a faint pink glow on her face. A few strands of hair were stuck to her cheeks, and her red and swollen lips were as bright as rouge, which made her look sexy and charming!
He reached out, and his long fingers brushed aside the hair on her face. After a long time, he gently caressed her face, and his gaze deepened.
After some time, he suddenly thought of those photos. His expression turned cold, and he moved his fingers away, averted his gaze, and got up to pick up the landline phone. He plugged in the battery, glanced coldly at the sleeping Wei Wei, and dialed the number.
Soon, the call went through.
A respectful "Mo Shao" came from the other side.
Mochen asked coldly, "Is he gone?"
The hotel manager said cautiously, "She hasn't left yet. Miss Rong is still in the lobby and has smashed a lot of things. She has already called the old master several times while crying."
Mochen's eyes were cold and his voice was cold. "Give her a list. If she doesn't want to pay, tell her that I'll have someone send it to Old Master Rong personally."
"Yes, Mo Shao."
The hotel manager glanced at her face, which was sitting on the sofa and had ruined her makeup from crying, and shivered.
He couldn't afford to offend either side, but he was the Young Master's man, so he could only hold on.
Mochen said, "Give her the phone."
The manager responded and walked over shakily. "Miss Rong, Mo Shao is on the phone."
Rong Yan looked at the manager with reddened eyes, snatched the phone, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What were you doing with that woman up there for the past few hours?"
Mochen lay flat on the bed. "A man and a woman in the same room. What do you think?"
Rong Yan shouted, "Mochen!"
With a roar, the manager next to him quietly took a step back.
Miss Rong, this was completely at the level of a lion roaring in the river!
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