"I think you need some serious treatment," Mo Nanjue didn't let her go, tightly gripping her fullness, making it protrude, "Not willing to agree with me?"
"I didn't say I won't agree," Tong Ran shook her head, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her. Just as Mo Nanjue was about to speak, her muffled voice suddenly came, "Mo Nanjue, I'm so touched."
The man coldly spoke, "What, you want to touch all of China?"
"..." She hugged him tightly, "I thought you would scold me."
"I'm planning on it."
"I thought you wouldn't want me."
"Preparing to discard."
"Mo Nanjue!"
"What?"
"Are you really not angry?" Tong Ran pressed closely against his side face, her voice clearly transmitted into his ear, "I was so afraid you would be angry. When I saw myself bleeding in the room, my first thought wasn't anything else but what if you came in and saw it, would you misunderstand me..."
