He approached naturally and collapsed upon her. He reached out to hold her slender waist and breathed in deeply at the crook of her neck. When his nostrils were filled with her clean scent, he asked with satisfaction, "What are you laughing at? Why are you so happy?"
"It's nothing. I was just wondering if you remember anything of the past after going to the brothel." Mo Xuetong pushed him away, pouting slightly. She was rather charming.
Feng Yuran tousled Mo Xuetong's hair. His handsome eyes were clear and charming. When he looked at how she was leaning into him softly, his heart felt soft and sweet. No matter what his Tong'er did, he would like it. He reached out to stroke her nose lazily and asked, "What's the matter, are you jealous?"
