Marriage Rights: Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

Personally, Mo Che knows that he is being too strict with Mo Lihua because he is afraid of her safety.

However, it does not mean that he wants her confined all the time, which she also understands and follows without question.

On the surface, though Mo Lihua looks like a normal teenager, he knows that it still scares her just to go out, afraid that they will get her. So scared, that they need Dr Song Hua and all the others to help her.

"Is that true Mr Mo? If that is the case, she is getting better. I suggest taking things slowly until she gets more comfortable with the idea. We do not know yet what triggers her to do so. This is still an improvement." Dr Song Hua stated seriously.

"I see. Thank you, Dr Song Hua." Mo Che bid farewell before hanging up the phone.

What triggers her to do so ? In all the things that the doctor mentioned that stuck to him the most. Sadly, he is not confident that his own daughter will answer him honestly if asked about it.

…

A woman is on top of him riding his manhood. She's still wearing her black lace u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and she is rubbing it against his erect member. Though she is still wearing her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, she is making sure that he can feel that she is ready for him. His member is as hard as a rock as he anticipates her next move.

He can barely see the woman's face as it was too hazy for him. Who? Yu Qiao has that question at the back of his mind. However, with the feast in front of him, it doesn't really matter who.

Yu Qiao only knows that she has long black hair, her eyeglasses look so alluring that he cannot think of anything else. For him, she looks so s.e.xy that he was so mesmerized.

Aside from the black lace u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, a towel is covering her c.h.e.s.t. The towel is in his way, he just wants to pull it away from her body to prove that her b.r.e.a.s.t, fits his hands.

Her hands run to his c.h.e.s.t slowly, her fingers are slowly c.a.r.e.s.sing his n.i.p.p.l.es, twisting them to make them pink and hard.

"Hmmm." She hummed under her breath. Bright emerald eyes are gazing at him with a d.e.s.i.r.e to get things started. She behaves as she can no longer wait.

Dainty hands groped and grabbed every part of him. Then her face is moving closer, "You smell so f.u.c.k.i.n.g good..." She uttered while purring. Leaning closer to his neck. Her nose fondles from his jaw to his ear.

She then grabbed one of his hands to have him hold the side of her c.h.e.s.t where the towel is, before whispering, "Would you like to remove this for me?" No need for her to ask again, so he pulled the towel showing her b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t.

The woman then pushed herself up, showing him her n.a.k.e.d body, "Do you like what you see?" She asked seductively as she guided his hands to hold her waist, then slowly letting him touch further.

Yu Qiao nodded absent-mindedly, it's like he's been hypnotized as he stares at the mesmerizing view in front of him. His brain is no longer functioning properly, especially when his fingers grazed her hardened n.i.p.p.l.es. He wants to lick, suck and play with them so much.

"Please play with them for me?" She asked seductively as she placed her hand on top of his, wanting him to knead them.

Her head is leaning back. Her long black hair is covering her neck. So she combs it and she cleared the hair strands from her face and she glides her fingers on her long black hair to her neck and flips it gently to remove it out of the way.

Her green eyes are gazing at him full of l.u.s.t, "It feels so good… more, please... Please, Brother Qiao..."

Brother Qiao…? Brother Qiao? After hearing that, he realises who the mesmerizing woman is in front of him, then everything in front of him faded… She is a woman he shouldn't be romantically involved with.

…

He woke up after falling off the bed. "Damn it!" Yu Qiao cursed loudly. Should he be grateful that the woman of his wet dreams is someone he should not fantasize?

Yu Qiao pulled his hair roughly. Aside from his best buddy having a hard-on, the hangover is killing him.

"Stop!!!… You need to stop…" Yu Qiao chanted, because regardless of how uncomfortable he feels, the images from his recent dream, are still too fresh for him to just forget about it.