Even though he was asking this, his hand had already started to lift her dress.
Yun Ran's mouth twitched, and she slapped away his mischievous hand, grinding her teeth angrily, "Nangong Mo, behave yourself with me!"
The man raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his lips, "Lin Wanyue, you finally believe that this lord is indeed Nangong Mo?"
"...I can't be bothered with you!"
"But you haven't even verified my identity, how can you be sure I am Nangong Mo?"
"..."
"Well, how about I undress right now and let you verify properly?"
"..."
Listening to the demonic sound lingering around her ears, Yun Ran couldn't bear it anymore and punched him in the chest, "Shameless bastard, keep talking nonsense and see if I won't beat you to death!"
That punch wasn't light, Nangong Mo, unguarded, let out a muffled groan as a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
"Lin Wanyue, are you really planning to murder your husband?"
"Yes!"
"I dream of beating you to death!"
Nangong Mo: "..."
