Chapter 428: Chapter 428

I had no idea how much time had passed. As Enson was about to finish, he suddenly lowered his head and deeply kissed her lips. His movements were fast, the fierce impact made Ling Momo momentarily dazed. She raised her hand and subconsciously clasped his neck, then she felt hot drops of sweat falling from his forehead onto her face.

Ling Momo’s body tensed up wave after wave. She felt the man’s thrusts inside her growing faster, each penetration felt as if it was piercing deep into her soul. Ling Momo felt the tingling waves of an orgasm, her eyes closed in a chaotic passion, yet deep down she was vividly aware, the person giving her this ultimate sensation was Enson, the man she deeply loved.

At that thought, Ling Momo’s heart trembled slightly. She couldn’t help but the continuous soft moans that turned into a chant, "Enson... Enson..."

Upon her calls, Enson’s body suddenly stiffened, then he began to tremble, and Ling Momo felt a scorching rush flow into her body...

When their intense coupling ended, Ling Momo was completely limp on the bed, and Enson seemed exhausted as well, lying on top of her, breathing low.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, but just as Ling Momo was about to drift into sleep, Enson lifted his hand and gently touched her sweat-drenched bangs, his voice still mixed with a hint of unresolved sensuality, "Tired?"

Ling Momo, eyes closed, felt too lazy to utter a word, yet her heart warmed at his simple words, unsure whether he meant them or not.

Seeing her silent, Enson softly lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Sleep, good night."

Having said that, he withdrew from her body and held her close.

Ling Momo truly felt drained, letting Enson hold her tightly, her small head rested on his chest. Before long, she was dazed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

When Ling Momo woke up the next day, Enson, as usual, had already left.

Ling Momo felt as if her entire body was sore as if her bones were scattered. She barely managed to get up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. There, in the full-length mirror, she saw her naked, porcelain skin marked up, bruises clearly exposing the fervor of last night. Original content can be found at novel(ꜰ)ire.net

Ling Momo’s cheeks slightly reddened at the sight and she hurried to the sink to brush her teeth, only to see that the hotel’s originally packaged toothpaste and toothbrush had been unpacked and neatly placed in the cup.

Picking up the toothbrush and squeezing the toothpaste, she noticed even the toothpaste’s inner packaging had been opened. As she brushed her teeth and washed her face, the facial wash was likewise.

Ling Momo knew instinctively it was Enson’s doing; her heart filled with an ineffable sense of touch.

Although she didn’t know exactly when he had left, he had done all these little, seemingly trivial, yet heartwarming things before leaving.