"Mo Xiuchen..."
Wen Ran's heartbeat thundered, her sweet and seductive voice spilling from her crimson lips. Her lingering consciousness told her, this was his office, she couldn't allow him to do as he pleased.
After more than an hour, everything finally returned to tranquility.
The two of them emerged together from the rest room. Mo Xiuchen sat Wen Ran on his office chair, his smile at the corner of his lips revealing contented happiness.
Wen Ran protested a few times only to be disregarded. She gave up struggling, nestling wearily in his arms, tilting her small face upwards, gazing at his handsome face that could cause hearts to flutter.
"Mo Xiuchen, you just mentioned earlier, were you really ill before?"
From Wen Ran's flushed face, awash with lingering passion, came a gentle voice tinged with concern and heartache. After they had consummated their marriage, she had wondered if he had lied in the past.
