Wei Jingjing leaned into Mo Ding's embrace immediately. "But the fact that the two of you will be married in the future makes me very upset. What should I do?"
Mo Ding looked down and caressed her face. Then, he squeezed her gigantic breasts, causing her to yell coquettishly. She shouted, "You bad boy. What are you doing?"
Mo Ding said, "Don't worry. Even if we're married, I will only sleep in your room when the time comes." His expression hardened. "Who wants to sleep with a torn shoe? Hmph. I don't know how many men have toyed around with her but she's still pretending to be so pure. I wouldn't touch a woman like that even if you told me to."
Mo Ding still felt furious when he thought about it.
