Yu An sensed trouble and tried to flee, but Mo Yan was quicker.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together. His chest was broad and firm, and the heat from their skin quickly rose through the thin fabric of their clothes.
His arm lay across Yu An's waist, locking her tightly in his embrace.
"Mo Yan…"
"Don't talk," Mo Yan said, shifting his position to nuzzle against her chest. "An'an, let's get up a little later."
His voice was hoarse and deep, thick with desire and an undeniable heat that made Yu An shift restlessly.
Mo Yan's breathing quickened. He leaned in to kiss her, but Yu An stopped him.
"No, we haven't brushed our teeth."
"Alright, alright, let's get up. We still need to prepare the items for tomorrow's sale."
Yu An coaxed him as she escaped from his embrace, leaving Mo Yan feeling a little frustrated.
"An'an, you go on ahead. I'll come out in a bit."
