Tan Mo blinked listening to the ringtone. She wondered why it sounded more and more familiar.
Then, it suddenly dawned on her.
"My phone's ringing." It finally clicked in Tan Mo's head. "What time is it?"
"Can you still move?" Wei Zhiqian noticed that the little lady had become helpless and breathless from his kissing.
Tan Mo paused at his words, and her face flushed red again.
She thought, 'Has he always been like this?'
She couldn't call him a thug since he didn't talk like one.
Yet, that seemingly harmless sentence coming out from his mouth sounded somewhat mocking and full of connotation.
"I'll get you your phone. Don't move," Wei Zhiqian said. Pinching the tip of her nose, he casually slipped out of bed.
It was then that Tan Mo finally saw Wei Zhiqian's body in full view.
His black trousers were still intact.
However, the black shirt he wore was completely disheveled.
