Here is the translation:
Ji Wei bit her lower lip lightly, her luscious lips showing faint teeth marks.
It was just a simple gesture, yet Mo Qian found it irresistibly seductive, his Adam's apple moving almost imperceptibly.
Ji Wei carefully picked her words and spoke, "I know you're angry. Even if you want to push me away, I'll still find a way to come back. No matter what, I won't stand by and watch you face danger alone."
Mo Qian listened but remained silent.
Ji Wei's bright eyes quickly darted to him, then, gathering her courage, she walked over and sat beside him. Her soft little hand reached over and rested on his thigh.
"Take it off."
Mo Qian's thin lips squeezed out two words.
"No way!" Ji Wei's stubborn streak kicked in as she retorted, "Even a tiger's backside can be touched! You're my husband, where can't I touch you?"
Mo Qian: "..."
Mo Qian was momentarily stunned by the woman's righteous defiance.
