If it had been worn all along, starting from when they went to Han Qingqing's place...
The man squinted his eyes, a sharp glint flashing at the corner of his eye. This could explain why during the car chase, the other party could repeatedly disrupt his original plans...
Moreover, the other party managed to escape.
This means that everything they said at that time, and even every action, was all clearly heard by the other party.
No wonder.
"Ah..." He unconsciously squeezed her chest, Tong Ran's pink lips slightly parted, "It hurts, be gentle..."
"Alright."
The man's grip softened. He brought his thin lips close, observing at a close distance, and lifted her ample hand, distracting her with a kiss on the collarbone as he removed the white sphere.
The thing was soft, nothing strange about it when held in hand. Mo Nanjue rubbed it between his long fingers. Who had put it on her?
