Fu Mo retracted his hand first. 。Before she could catch her breath, a slender finger slipped under her pajamas and traced along her delicate skin, creating ripples upon ripples. Lin Jinran trembled...like it would burst from her chest. How could this be... 。Vaguely, it seemed like in the hazy morning, Fu Mo Han had said something to her, but her impression only remained on Fu Mo Han's harassment....