Termination String

"Ah Xian. Stay and sleep with me for a while." Pei Mo Xian refused, coldly rejecting him before getting up to leave. But in the next second, she was pulled into the bed by a hand that was determined to seize the advantage, and her waist was tightly held by Xu Xuan. "Xu Xuan! Let me go! Xu Xuan!" "Be good, Ah Xian." The off-white V-neck camisole dress she was wearing, made of acetate fabric, looked stunning—exuding both intellectuality and delicate allure, which only fueled Xu Xuan's desire. With a smirk, he leaned in and kissed her snow-white shoulder. She was angry again... Xu Xuan always found her furious demeanor irresistibly cute. He leaned down, about to kiss her soft lips, but Pei...