"Tong Ran," he whispered in her ear, "in the future, you must not lie to me, must not hide anything from me, everything must be told to me. As long as it has anything to do with you, it has to do with me too."
Tong Ran furrowed her brows, what sound was that, who was talking?
So gentle, definitely not Mo Nanjue...
The man's fingers threaded through her long black hair, smoothing it down gently, "You must not hurt yourself again, not for anyone or anything... including me."
Who is it?
"And you can't carry everything alone anymore, I am your man, everything about you is mine, including your mind, your body," Mo Nanjue fully removed the shirt from her arm, his big hand softly caressing her back, "I don't allow it, you can't let yourself get hurt at all."
Tong Ran was in a daze, the wandering large hand on her body was extremely restless, like igniting a flame, making her shiver wherever the fingertips passed.
