Rip!
A whole fair leg faintly visible, Mo Beiyan's throat rolled lightly as he tied her pants around his hand, his slightly open muscular chest incredibly alluring, "Keep screaming, do you want to play S&M?"
He looked completely at ease, Moo Huantong was almost dying of anger, why was there such a shameless man?!
He brazenly walked into her house, how could he be so arrogant?!
Moo Huantong took a slight breath, realizing that dealing with a person like him meant not making a sound. She squinted her eyes, "What is S&M? Sweeping tombs?"
Mo Beiyan squinted his eyes; he was a master, so he naturally knew she was pretending. The man leaned down, knee nudging her lower abdomen gently twice, "If that's how you understand it, shouldn't your grave down there be swept too?"
"..."
How shameless could this be?!
Moo Huantong couldn't bear it any longer, shamefully raised her hand to slap his face, but Mo Beiyan grabbed her wrist, "Oh, you still want to hit me?"
"Get lost!"
