Mo Beiyan's wicked smile fixed on her face, his raised forefinger tapping on the table.
Moo Huantong pressed her lips tight, a flicker of doubt across her brows, remaining silent for a long moment.
The air suddenly turned still...
Mo Beiyan abruptly stood up.
Moo Huantong took a step back, instinctively protecting her chest with her hands, and her voice accidentally spilled out, "Mo Beiyan, is it you?"
Is it you...
I've been waiting for you all this time, is it you?
Mo Beiyan took a few steps forward, gripping her wrist, pulled her fiercely into his embrace. Huantong, startled, lifted her leg to kick him, "No—mmh!"
Mo Beiyan lowered his head and bit her lips. He never cared for tenderness, his domineering lips and teeth entangling with hers. Huantong's tongue tingled with pain from being bitten, and she pounded fiercely on his shoulder, "Let me go..."
Accompanied by her muffled words, her eyes inexplicably filled with tears.
