She tightly grasped the coat at his waist with both hands, stunned for a long time before saying, "Back then, I even thought, if you were here, even if you yelled at me and cursed at me every day, I would still grin."
"..."
This damn woman!
Mo Nanjue held her chin with one hand and captured her lips by lowering his head. Her body was almost bent at a ninety-degree angle. His domineering tongue invaded, while the hand on her waist clenched tightly.
It seemed as if he was venting something.
Tong Ran allowed him to kiss her, entangled in the bittersweet, reluctant parting of lips and teeth. Suddenly, a glint of light flashed from behind —
Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes suddenly; his first reaction was that they had been caught. He clasped Tong Ran's wrist and pulled her behind him, straightening his body to completely shield her.
