There never seemed to be any moment like now, making her so angry.
Yet, she couldn't vent her anger, truly suffocating.
Xi Mohan heard Ning Wan cursing him, but instead of getting angry, he held her tighter, his voice low and raspy, "Hmm? I'm sick, do you have the cure?"
Ning Wan, "... I've got your uncle."
Without thinking, she snapped angrily with an expletive.
The man's brow furrowed directly, his arms tightened around her, and he said, "No swearing."
Ning Wan's temper flared too, "What's it to you, I said it! Screw your uncle... screw your uncle..."
She repeated it, directly saying it twice.
Xi Mohan looked at her intently, then said, "Do you really think I can't handle you?"
Ning Wan couldn't help but shrink back, feeling inexplicably afraid, but still stubbornly said, "Xi Mohan, don't assume I'm scared of you!"
The man merely chuckled, then without a word, bent down and picked her up, heading straight for the bed in the room.
