ull bowl of soup from her tray, then turned and walked towards the study. 。Lin Jinran took off her pajamas, which were stained with soup juice, wiped her body with water, tore down the bath towel and...Lin Jinran widened her eyes in surprise, her astonishment overwhelming her. She couldn't react at all as a cold aura enveloped her.

In the sweet aroma tinged with a hint of bitterness, Fu Mo Han only thought of exploring her beauty.

A tender kiss, increasingly out of control, he wanted to possess her immediately.

Fu Mo's hand landed on Lin Jian's loose pajamas, pulling it down with force. His fair and round shoulders and delicate collarbone were exposed, so beautiful that he couldn't help but want to leave his mark on him.

Lin Jinran's eyes widened suddenly, she could almost anticipate what would happen next. She struggled to push away Fu Mo'han's kiss, her heart pounding with anxiety and nervousness, gasping for breath, "Don't!"

"Don't" Fu Mo Han's lips were less than a centimeter away from hers, just a slight nudge forward and he could kiss her again.

He had arms of steel, already across Lin Jinran's waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"Fu Mo Han, you, today is your mother's death anniversary!" Lin Jin Ran nervously swallowed, her eyes didn't know where to look, she stammered and said, "You shouldn't be consumed by this."

Fu Mo Han stared intently, his face the color of a blushing peach. His frigid voice stood in stark contrast to the heat that radiated from him.

"Lin Jinran, your excuse is indeed good."

Lin Jinran looked up at Fu Mo's always cold face, and the tightly held heart in her chest relaxed slightly.

So he let her go past the Night Owl, leaving the office. 。"Where did you hide the ink" Ye Xiao asked straight away. 。If it weren't for his good self-control, he would have loved to punch the calm man in front of him,...