Mo Xiuchen's body stiffened.
A trace of loss flitted across the depths of his eyes as he removed his large palm from her face and grasped her small hand that covered her own lips. The softness of her palm stirred his heart and a flame seemed to surge within his body.
His gaze landed on her red lips, truly wanting to taste their sweetness, but the panic in her eyes was like a knife slashing across his heart, causing him pain. All his desires, he suppressed.
"Ranran, I'm sorry, just now, I just couldn't control myself. You call Nanny Zhang and ask her to prepare some food; we're going home now."
Mo Xiuchen let go of her hand and sincerely apologized.
He really couldn't control himself.
Previously in D Country, regardless of how Cheng Jia tried to seduce him, he only felt disgust, never having any such thoughts, but facing Wen Ran, he always found himself easily distracted...
