In that hallway, it was fortunate that only the two of them were present.
The deliberately hushed voice of Mo Xiuchen, audible only to her, had turned Wen Ran's face as red as a tomato, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at him.
How could he say such things?
Yet, his words had stirred her emotions, involuntarily bringing to mind those not-suitable-for-children scenes from their past, things they had not only done but had repeatedly shared through countless nights…
The air, seemingly without warning, took on a suggestive tone.
Mo Xiuchen was close to her, his breath mingling with the faint, pleasant scent of her body, causing his mind to flutter. Seeing her cheeks flushed and her eyes filled with shock, he thought she looked enchantingly shy, and suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, his large hand involuntarily moving to the back of her head.
"Ranran!"
