After spending a few days teaching at the university, Mo Yu noticed that all the boys in the lecture hall would constantly stare at Fang Liu with eager eyes.
As a man, Mo Yu knew how attractive Fang Liu was to this vigorous group of boys as a man. Even though Fang Liu belonged to him, he wouldn't allow others to covet his woman. Mo Yu couldn't bear to see Fang Liu gazing at others.
The little woman in Mo Yu's arms struggled harder and harder. She sensed something ambiguous would happen to her, so she desperately twisted her body, squeezing out from under Mo Yu's arms.
Mo Yu chuckled.
Fang Liu saw that she had almost reached the door handle, but she did not expect the man behind her to be so swift. The man grabbed Fang Liu's wrist with one hand and pressed Fang Liu's wrist against the wall, trapping her.
One of Fang Liu's hands was against a wall, and the other was pressing against Mo Yu's warm palm. There was no escape.
