Between the tiny gaps in his body, the dragon beneath Mo Chen unwillingly raised its body and stood between the two of them.
"What a vixen," the man muttered. He turned around and tried to suppress the woman.
However, he failed...
Although his upper body fell onto the woman's body, his lower abdomen did not move at all, as if he was nailed to the bed.
After trying a few times, Mo Chen's face turned darker and darker. He let go of Ning Dai in a fit of anger and punched the mattress at the side.
"Second Brother, take it slow. You'll be fine."
Mo Chen looked at Ning Dai with his scarlet eyes and laughed coldly. "I've heard your comforting words countless times. Everyone told me the same thing. What happened in the end? Aren't I still lying here half-dead?"
"Second Brother..."
In the few years that she wasn't around, her Second Brother had suffered a lot.
