Mo Rao knew that Fu Ying was angry, but she wanted him to be angry and give up.
"He's my boyfriend. Why can't I hold his hand?" Mo Rao pretended to be calm as she looked straight into Fu Ying's eyes.
Fu Ying gritted his teeth and said, "Even if he's your boyfriend, you can't be so intimate with him. I'll definitely win you back. Before that, I won't allow any man to touch you, nor will I allow you to touch any man!"
After pretending for a while, Fu Ying's domineering and unreasonable nature was once again exposed. Mo Rao felt anxious and flustered. She didn't dare to continue angering this man and returned to the door to open it.
"Why are you running?" Fu Ying pulled her back into his arms again. Mo Rao couldn't break free at all.
"Let go of me!" Mo Rao shouted agitatedly.
Would it kill her to let him hug her for a while?
The more she struggled, the more Fu Ying felt desire burning in him. This woman was such a femme fatale.
