The man was pressing down on her, which allowed her to get an even clearer view of his handsome face. The thought that he pressed down on Tong Ran like this every night sent Pei Ruoshui into an uncontrollable fit of jealous rage...
The soft touch of his palm was conveyed to him; Mo Nanjue furrowed his brows slightly. Pei Ruoshui pulled apart the skirt of her puffy dress again, and now, her attire was as scant as it could possibly be.
Her legs, sheathed in black stockings, were pressed against his muscular waist. The woman whispered softly into his ear, her manner of addressing him had become extremely intimate, "Nanjue..."
Unexpectedly, Mo Nanjue didn't react to her actions. Grinding his teeth, he strenuously propped up half of his body with his left arm, his gaze icy as he looked down at the woman beneath him, "Who... exactly are you?"
"Nanjue..."
"Speak!" the man ordered coldly, "Who... are you really?"
