At that moment, Mu Yazhe was like a scheming king.
In fact, generally, in this aspect, men usually took the initiative. Yun Shishi, in particular, most of the time, belonged to the passive faction.
A part of him wanted to see, in this case, how she would perform if she took the initiative.
She pursed her lips, feeling a little daunted.
He glanced at her evasive gaze and teased, "Why? Don't have the guts?"
"Why won't I have the guts?" she countered. "I'm just… I don't know how…"
"I'll teach you."
With that, he bowed his face and kissed her.
Her kiss was ever so delicious and enticing, yet it was never truly enough.
She was akin to the most addictive drug in the world; he forever yearned for more.
The past few days of vacation on the island, because of Youyou's frequent interference, he had no chance at all to be intimate with her. As such, she had been on his mind, and he missed her feel on him so much.
Right now, the moment he kissed her lips, he nearly lost his control.
Hugging her, his arms gradually slid down her waist. She was so thin and petite that he wondered, Where did all the food she ate get digested?
How is this woman not getting meatier?
She nestled in his spacious embrace and knew how to respond to him a bit.
He stopped the kiss abruptly and raised his eyes to peer at her deeply.
She was immersed in this ever so tender kiss when it came to an abrupt halt.
"Have you learned it?" he asked in his deep voice.
With her lips pursed, she mocked, "Your kissing skills are mediocre."
The light mockery seemed like a provocation at the same time.
"Mediocre?" A dangerous gleam fleeted in his eyes. "Did you just say that kissing skills are mediocre?"
"Could it be that, before me, you've never kissed any woman?"
With keen eyes, she asked that.
He took a gander at her but kept silent.
This stupid woman, how could he admit that he did not have anyone before her.
She was his only one.
She slowly caressed his lips, gently cradled his face, and softly planted a kiss on the side of his mouth, continuing the intimacy that had stopped brusquely earlier.
The temperature in the car surged.
Her hands shifted to his shoulders, and she suddenly moved closer to him.
Yun Tianyou sat in the study room. As his tablet and phone were confiscated by his father during the few days of vacation, when he returned home and turned on the computer, his inbox was filled with unread mails.
Scrolling through the mails, his phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the call, and Li Hanlin's voice came through. "Director Yun, the call finally got through! I thought you'd gone missing; I was so worried I nearly filed a 'missing person' report!"
His voice was hoarse, as if wailing at a funeral.
"I'm not missing; I'm fine."
"Where have you been, then?"
"…" The corners of his lips twitched. "I went on a vacation with my dearest mommy."
"Vacation?" The agent blinked, the worry in his heart easing a little.
For the past few days, the calls did not go through, text messages went unreturned, and even the mails remained unanswered; it was as if he had disappeared into thin air.
"Report," the boy demanded, like a little emperor.
"Director Yun, I'm unsure if you're privy to the recent happenings."