An Ning's pale arm hooked around his neck, and she winked seductively, her long eyelashes fluttering, exceptionally cute. "I have no objection to you doing this, it's just a matter of whether you can endure it yourself."
"Call me husband."
"Darling, don't forget you're Mo Ang." An Ning's slender fingertips gently glided over his dark skin.
"Damn it..."
An Ning deliberately pushed him away forcefully, her hands tightly clutching her collar. "No, this isn't good for your health. You should take some time to rest."
An Ning laughed. "You can't blame me for this. I gave you a chance, but you're the one who didn't cherish it. The little lady won't be accompanying you, I'm leaving now!"
Actually, she's not leaving but making a strategic retreat; otherwise, what use would she be here?
Just as An Ning turned around, there was a series of 'bang bang bang' sounds coming from inside the house.
This time, the sound was particularly loud and accompanied by painful roars.
