He pictured holding Yan Su in his arms. She blushed all the time. He believed that she would shyly bury her face in his chest. Her skin was so soft and tender, so holding her had to feel nice.
Suddenly, he recalled what happened that night in the hotel room. His mind wasn't clear at that time, but he remembered feeling that that woman was beautiful. His bones even felt soft when it happened. He guessed holding Yan Su would feel like that.
Picturing An Ning's face with that woman's body, Mo Liuxi was suddenly disgusted. It was as if he had just eaten a fly. After replacing that face with Yan Su's, he started feeling nice.
"What are you thinking about? Why are you having this dirty smile on your face?" Zhang Hongchuan abruptly asked.
"Shut up," Mo Liuxi coldly said, slightly changing his expression.
