C42 I Can't Control It

Mo Zhongqi gently lifted the hair that was scattered on her cheek. His voice was extremely hoarse. "Don't challenge my bottom line anymore. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

Control? Unable to control?

So he was enduring it?

Why should he hold it in?

Xu Chunxing still wanted to ask something, but the man had already turned over and laid on the other side of the bed