"Nuan Nuan, I might not be able to get off the operating table alive tomorrow. Or I might not be able to see anymore. I get scared too!" Wen Moshen had a cold look on his face as he held Lin Nuan in a tight embrace. "One hug! I only want one hug from you!"
Lin Nuan's waist felt like it was about to snap from Wen Moshen's grip.
Such a Wen Moshen was too foreign to Lin Nuan.
In Lin Nuan's heart, Wen Moshen had always been gentle and elegant, making everyone around him feel comfortable.
Lin Nuan had never seen such an aggressive and forceful Wen Moshen.
This hug was taken by force by Wen Moshen, but his heart didn't get the satisfaction it wanted.
Her soft body was solidly in his embrace, struggling, slim and warm!
The faint yet pleasant scent of her body entered his senses—this was Lin Nuan's signature scent…
He had hugged Lin Nuan in his dreams, had kissed her passionately, had possessed her.
