Every time he didn't want to answer a question or was planning to hide something from her, he would throw her onto the bed.
This behavior absolutely cannot be indulged.
Mu Jinhuan's hands didn't pause at all, a seductive curve lifting at his thin lips.
Leisurely, he asked, "So which move do you want to use?"
Nan Wan's fine white teeth lightly bit her lip.
She decided to fight poison with poison.
Her fair fingers began to trace up the half-unbuttoned shirt of the man, her delicate features blossoming with a brilliant smile, a faint and enchanting beauty mark at the corner of her eye.
"Is Mr. Mu suggesting I go to the third brother?"
The apricot eyes, washed by water, were still moist, her long, seaweed-like hair spread across the pillow as she lazily looked at him, exuding a rather teasing allure.
As if struck by a flame, Mu Jinhuan cupped the woman's face with one hand, lowering his head, "Ten days ago at the Mu Family's old residence, was the first sight."
