"I know that wasn't you…" Fu Ying suppressed the horniness in his body.
Mo Xiao had been hanging around in front of Fu Ying just now and was even wearing the same perfume as Mo Rao.
If not for the fact that Fu Ying was still sober, he really would have been deceived by Mo Xiao.
He didn't want to lose control of his lower body and do something that would let Mo Rao down.
"You don't even have this bit of confidence in me…"
As Fu Ying leaned his head on Mo Rao's shoulder and hugged her tightly, there was a hint of panting in his voice.
He felt too uncomfortable. He wished he could pounce on Mo Rao now and take off her bright dress. He wanted to kiss her eyebrows, her eyes, her lips, and every corner of her body.
He wanted to enter Mo Rao's body, hear Mo Rao's soft panting, and go to the utopia that belonged to the two of them.
He wanted to spend this long night with Mo Rao.
