Really… going hard to the end?
The atmosphere in the car was heavy, like they were holding some important meeting.
The ice cubes in the whisky glass clinked back and forth…
Mo Beiyan was half believing, half doubting. He lifted his eyes. "So you're saying, you never coax Tong Ran?"
"Nonsense, when have I ever coaxed her?" Mo Nanjue crossed one leg, his expression cold and arrogant and… begging for a beating. "In bed it's always her coaxing me. Once she coaxes me into feeling good, I'll give her a little sweetness to taste."
The driver in the front seat, who had always driven for Mo Nanjue, straightened his back at that, was it really like this?
Mo Beiyan thought about it too. Normally when he saw them, Mo Nanjue really was quite strong and domineering with Master Ran. Could that really be the trick?
He narrowed his eyes. "And Master Ran doesn't fight back?"
