A wave of nausea surged up from the depths of her heart, and Tong Ran's right leg subconsciously bent, her knee forcefully thrusting toward the man's abdomen—
That was a critical spot, and after Mo Nanjue felt the pain, he withdrew from her lips. Tong Ran reached to cover her mouth, her body sprawling over the edge of the bed, "Ugh—"
Although Tong Ran tried her best to suppress the thought, the scene was still inescapable before her eyes: Han Qingqing, clothes disheveled and in disarray, and Mo Nanjue pressing on top of her...
Their bodies pressed tightly against each other...
When a woman truly cares, when it's truly etched into her heart, it is very difficult to get it out.
Han Qingqing had calculated this characteristic of women very precisely, seizing upon it.
She believed that any woman would fall for it, that as long as Tong Ran had even the slightest feeling for Mo Nanjue, she couldn't possibly not care!
