This damned woman, just loves to play these tricks!
No matter how angry he is now, he can't shout anymore.
Mo Nanjue's handsome face remained cold, but then it hit him, isn't this exactly what he likes about her?!
Tong Ran cheeks turned red, seeing him lower his eyes to stare at her, she hurried to move away, but as soon as she moved slightly, she was pulled into his embrace by a pair of big hands—
She raised her head, and his kiss landed...
Amidst the entangled lips and teeth, the dreamy flavor spread, Mo Nanjue bent over and carried Tong Ran horizontally, clothes fell all along the way from the bedroom to the bathroom, his hands holding her waist, nerves excited to the extreme, almost unbearable for him…
Mo Nanjue lowered his head to stare at her chest, not forgetting to use his hands, his words full of jealousy, "Is your son the one growing them?"
Tong Ran slapped his hand away, "What are you talking about!"
