She pushed him away with both hands, pleading for mercy, but the flames in the man's eyes had been completely ignited, and it wasn't something that could be extinguished in a short while.
A typical case of playing with fire and getting burned.
How could Tong Ran stop what Mo Nanjue wanted to do? He completely ignored her flailing hands. Her strength was of no use at all. After he fixed her in place with one hand, he picked up the remaining watermelon with the other.
Almost all of the watermelon pulp was rubbed down and smeared on her.
Tong Ran only felt like she took a watermelon bath, but it was fiery and provocative. Mo Nanjue didn't mind the trouble, applying it evenly everywhere, even massaging to let the juice merge in, before finally tossing the watermelon rind aside.
His dark eyes held a profound look as he stared at her…
Tong Ran felt that gaze was like he was staring at a perfectly seasoned dish.
