His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

She was holding onto a belt with one hand while her mouth sucked on her other hand, watching him with dewy eyes that caused his entire body to turn fluffy. Raising her long, slender leg, she wheedled at him, “Shang Mo…”

Her leg then slowly moved down from his chest, fondling his body along the way.

No longer able to contain himself, Shang Mo leaned in and kissed her on the lips while caressing her body, wanting to leave marks that could prove his presence on her.

The pleasure had Rong Mo raising that swan neck of hers as she could not help but moan out.

But just as he was about to enter her, he woke up…

In his dream, it was steamy and passionate. Reality was merely a cold, lonely bedroom.

Lighting a cigarette, Shang Mo walked to the window only to catch sight of the living room lights turned on. The person of his dreams was sketching the night scenery at the balcony.

His face was initially grim but suddenly, that disappeared and a curious gaze appeared on his face.

He puffed out a stream of smoke slowly as his gaze narrowed dangerously, bringing an aggressive look of a predator under the yellow wall lights.

Extinguishing his cigarette, he marched out.

Rong Mo who was focusing on her painting suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

Turning around, she caught sight of a fuzzy figure at the living room. Just as she was about to ask who it was, a hoarse male voice croaked out, “Why are you still awake?”

“I came down for a glass of water and when I saw how beautiful the scenery was, I could not help but want to paint it.” Rong Mo explained slowly while she took her glass and sipped her water.

“Oh,” Shang Mo replied casually as his eyes were fixated on Rong Mo’s lips. The act of drinking water had caused her lips to glisten as she smacked at her lips unknowingly as well.

His gaze turned even more scrutinizing.

“Why are you awake?” Rong Mo continued painting.

“Thirsty,” He replied indifferently while his eyes now moved towards her slender fingers that were moving gracefully around the drawing board.

Rong Mo had initially thought that Shang Mo would return upon drinking water. However, not only did he not do that, he even walked towards her and from behind her, held the brush in her hand. “Here, you should add another stroke…”

Rong Mo shirked a little in surprise.

The both of them were extremely close and his sturdy body was nearly encompassing her entirely in his embrace.

Even though Rong Mo clearly knew that Shang Mo did not know she was a woman and that he was merely teaching her how to paint, she still could not help but feel her heart race a little as she blushed.

She could not help but want to struggle. However, his dry and forceful hands, just like the impression he gave others, was authoritative and with a soothing voice, he taught, “When you paint, you shouldn’t grip your brush so tightly. Look at here, your strokes are too heavy. You could be gentler…”

He taught her with a deadpan attitude and that had Rong Mo freeze for a moment, not knowing how she should respond.

The only thought in her mind was…

Is it normal for two men to behave as such?

Is it normal for two men to behave as such?

“You can darken the shade here…” Shang Mo’s head leaned in slightly and his lips were close by her ears, causing his warm breath to breathe out at her sensitive ears.

Rong Mo could feel her body getting hot for some reason as she pulled her head away and said softly, “Shang…”

The moment her head moved, it brought her ears right to his lips into a kiss…

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