"Nervous?" Mu Hongwen liked the woman's voice, so he was particularly willing to chat with her.
"Not nervous."
"Have you had any other men before?"
"No. I just have already made up my mind."
"Oh?" Mu Hongwen elongated his tone, suddenly fell back, lying on the bed and commanded, "Then come here now, kiss me!"
"I can't do that," the woman said, "Madam has instructed me not to take off the mask."
"She's not here now. You only need to listen to me," Mu Hongwen said dominantly.
"No, one must be trustworthy."
What a naive and earnest foolish woman! Comparing her, Su Aiping indeed appeared to have profound schemes and deep cunning.
"Come here!"
During their conversation, the final barrier in Mu Hongwen's heart had collapsed. At this moment, he was willing to accept this woman because she resembled the one he deeply loved.
The passion burned intensely; she did not lie. She indeed had never been with another man before; this was her first time.
