"..." The man adjusted his expression. He's undressing his own woman, what's there to be nervous about, "I'm touching you."
Tong Ran: "..."
No, the way he said it doesn't seem right...
Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, helpless, he immediately put on a facade of an eternal ice mountain face, "Do you have a problem with that?"
"..."
"Where on your body have I not touched?"
Tong Ran had nothing to say, she struggled with her legs, slipping out of the man's arms, then suddenly remembered the marks on her body, and quickly pulled the quilt over herself below the shoulders, "Why are you in my bed?"
Mo Nanjue's gaze turned cold, "Who else do you want in your bed?"
"..."
Tong Ran looked at him inconspicuously for a couple of glances, seeing that he didn't seem to be angry or suspicious because of those marks, she assumed he hadn't noticed. She breathed a sigh of relief and shrank her body backward a bit.
