When the Darling Acts Cute, the Prince of Beijing Can't Hold Back

In the dimly lit room, the golden glow of the lamp spilled across the bed, illuminating two entwined figures.

Yu Mo's slender, fair arms looped around the man's powerful waist, her lustrous eyes shimmering with a drunken haze. Mu Shaozhou braced himself with his arms on either side of her head, gaze fixed intently on her slightly parted, rosy lips.

His narrow eyes narrowed further, his voice low and hoarse. "Are you sure you want this?"

Yu Mo pressed herself closer against him, her senses long since claimed by alcohol. She whispered softly in his ear.

"I do..."

The man stiffened.

Yu Mo didn't notice the muscle jumping in his brow.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and tossed them aside, lowering his thick lashes, his breath full of restraint and suppression.

"Say my name—Mu Shaozhou."

Yu Mo's long lashes fluttered, desire brimming in her eyes as she exhaled in a sweet, fragrant breath.

"Mu... Shao... zhou."

A faint smile tugged at the man's thin lips. His large hand gripped her soft waist as he crushed his mouth against hers in a deep, fervent kiss.

—

The next morning.

Gentle sunlight streamed across Yu Mo's pale cheek.

Her lashes quivered as she awoke.

Feeling the presence of the man beside her, her pupils contracted in shock.

Suppressing the urge to leap out of bed, Yu Mo squeezed her eyes shut and pressed a hand to her forehead.

Fragmented memories of the previous night flooded her mind.