With a little force from Mo Xiuchen, Wen Ran's soft body fell into his arms.
"Wen Ran!"
The voice that fell in her ears sounded like it had been harshly rubbed with sandpaper.
She could hear the sound of her heartbeat throbbing in her ears, as frantic as a drum. Her mind was in a state of confusion. Was something about to happen?
At the critical moment, she suddenly whispered, "Mo Xiuchen, I..."
"What's wrong?"
Mo Xiuchen slightly lowered his handsome face, his gaze burning hot as he stared at her.
As he spoke, his deep eyes slowly closed, leaning towards her!
"Stop, I think my period's here!"
Ignoring her embarrassment, Wen Ran blurted out, simultaneously raising her hand to cover his lips.
Mo Xiuchen's movements halted. His eyes were half-open, his gaze fixed deeply on her, doubtingly asking, "Seriously?"
"Yes, really."
