Xu Youyou was stunned that the burp that was about to be let out was swallowed back into her stomach. She slowly closed her eyes after feeling the weight of the other pair of lips on hers.
Mo Shenbai had never been an impulsive person, and he rarely lost his composure. It was like an instinct that had been carved deeply into his bones to silently plot against others, manipulate them, and control them. However, for the first time in a very long time, he lost control tonight. The jealousy in his heart devoured his rationality when he thought about the man who pulled Xu Youyou back from the brink of death. The flames of his jealousy were continuously stoked by his guilt, annoyance, worries, and fears.
