692: You Want to Make Up One for Me Too?

You Want to Make Up One for Me Too?

As she undressed, the girl's skin on the bed glowed. Mo Yesi looked down at her neck and then her chest…1

The deeper he went, the more passionate he got.

What was worse…

Her alluring scent was still lingering in his nose.

The desire that he'd suppressed was slowly being aroused again.

Mo Yesi looked at the girl in his shirt, and his breathing quickened.

When he saw her putting on his suit jacket, he'd thought that if she were to lay on his bed in the same outfit, he'd definitely lose control and force her onto the bed.

That was exactly what he was thinking.

But…

Looking at the girl sleeping soundly, he could only take a deep breath and forcefully suppress the agitation in his body.

No matter how much he wanted to… he couldn't wake her up.

She had to get up early the next morning.

"Sigh." Mo Yesi sighed helplessly. He quickly buttoned the last few buttons and pulled the thin blanket over her.

She was sleeping soundly.

But he felt terrible.

After changing her clothes, he was drenched in sweat. He turned around and took a cold shower for more than half an hour. He only walked out of the bathroom after he was done venting his anger.

Back on the bed.

He reached out and pulled the girl into his arms. He then wrapped an arm around her waist and hugged her tightly.

The sweet fragrance of the girl made him feel extremely comfortable.

He didn't even tell her that he had insomnia the night she wasn't around.

He lay on the huge, empty bed alone, hugging the pillow she'd slept on, desperately breathing in her scent.

He really missed her that night.

She was the only one in his dream during the two hours he was asleep.

And this moment was no longer a dream.

She really existed in his arms.

He didn't think he'd lose sleep tonight.

"Baby, good night."

Mo Yesi kissed her on the forehead and buried his head in her hair. He knew she couldn't hear him, but he still whispered into her ear, "Baby, I love you. I'll love you forever."

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Early the next morning.

Qiao Mianmian and Mo Yesi, who booked the earliest flight back to Yuncheng City, got up early.

After washing up and having breakfast downstairs, Mo Yesi sent Qiao Mianmian to the set.

In the car.

Mo Yesi turned on his computer and used the half-hour on the way to process the unfinished documents from yesterday.

Qiao Mianmian took out her cell phone and quickly browsed through some entertainment apps.

After Mo Yesi was done with the two documents, he rubbed his temple and turned to look at her. Seeing that she was focused on her cell phone, he looked down too.

He glanced at it and saw a video on her cell phone.

It seemed like a video about jewelry.

Qiao Mianmian said enviously, "Wow, it's so romantic."

Just as Mo Yesi was about to look away, his gaze landed on her cell phone screen again. After looking at it, he thought for a while and held her hand. "You want to make one up for me too?"

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