Wen Ran was still in shock, her senses suddenly overwhelmed by a strong masculine scent. Her pupils dilated and the sliver of reason she finally managed to gather once again dissipated.
A sudden vibration sound caused by a phone ringtone played eerily from the small bedside table. Like an annoying destroyer, it shattered the romantic atmosphere in just an instant.
Frowning, Mo Xiuchen let go of Wen Ran and walked over to the bed to pick up the phone, then strode into his dressing room.
Wen Ran felt her legs give way for a moment, but she steadied herself quickly. Her heart was pounding so violently it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. The tingling sensation on her lips reminded her of what Mo Xiuchen had just done.
She couldn't understand -- wasn't he supposed to have issues in that area? How could he...
And yet, just now he...
He didn't seem unwell at all.
