His heartbeat was so vivid, Tong Ran opened her eyes, biting the corner of the quilt, "Not uncomfortable."
Mo Nanjue lowered his head, his handsome face buried in her neck, hugging her warmly. The man lazily squinted his eyes, pulling the quilt on her shoulder up with his other hand, "Do you want some water?"
"Hmm… no…"
Tong Ran couldn't help but turn her face away as the man leaned in.
No matter how much he kissed, it was never enough. In the end, it was Tong Ran who whimpered, prompting Mo Nanjue to lift his head. He turned over and pinned her wrists, "I promise I won't go in."
There we go again.
Does it even matter if he goes in or not?!
Mo Nanjue lifted his head, raising his hand, his gaze fell on her lower abdomen, intending to touch it. Tong Ran's eyes stung, and she pushed his hand away.
Before Mo Nanjue could speak, he heard her say, "This is Luo Xiao's child, don't touch it, it's dirty."
