Chapter 35 (2/2)

Shen Mochen’s finger went deeper and deeper.

It reached the core of her sex.

Shui Miaomiao shuddered. A strange and unfamiliar feeling erupted deep in her belly, rocketed through her blood vessels, and hit her brain. It was way too intense. She was overwhelmed with shame and vexation. Without a second thought, she bit his tongue.

Shen Mochen groaned as he opened his eyes. His dark gaze locked on Shui Miaomiao.

The taste of his blood spread in her mouth.

Shui Miaomiao let go of his tongue only when she was sure that he wouldn’t make his next move.

Mad, Shen Mochen glared at her.

“Didn’t you agree to let me eat your bottom? What are you doing now?”

Shui Miaomiao, “…”

Bottom.

Cooking noodles.

(“Bottom” and “cooking noodles” have the same sound in Chinese.)

President, you have got to be clear!

“I thought you were talking about cooking noodles,” aggrieved, Shui Miaomiao protested weakly.

She had not been intimate with anyone ever since that night in the U.S.

Shen Mochen kept challenging her limits.

Shui Miaomiao was angry, very angry, extremely angry.

However, there was nothing she could do. She was helpless against Shen Mochen.

That was why she was frustrated.

She knew he tricked her.

Shen Mochen stared at her big watery eyes. There were aggrievance and accusation in them–his heart couldn’t help but soften a little.

“Fine. Don’t agree with this sort of request from men ever again. No man would be able to resist it,” Shen Mochen stood up and looked at his palm. His forehead furrowed.

To his surprise, he was aroused when he was touching her. If she did not bit his tongue and woke him up, desire might have conquered him, and he would have had sex with her.

While he was deep in thought, Shen Mochen glimpsed at Shui Miaomiao and said in a hardened voice, “I’ll wash my hands, and you should cook the noodles. They are in the freezer.”