The secret guards were speechless.
Yun Ran also twisted her waist under his palm. Her clear eyes glared at him, indicating that he should act well.
Mo Beiyuan wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her against the pillar. He lowered his voice and leaned close to Yun Ran's ear. His low voice became hoarse and was like a low cannon. "Be good. I only dote on you and like you only."
Yun Ran's fair ears turned red from his teasing.
Her small hand poked his waist.
She gestured for him to stop fooling around.
Only then did Mo Beiyuan let go of her soft waist reluctantly. If not for these insensible secret guards beside him, he would have kissed her.
The secret guards were none the wiser. They didn't say a word. They were just watching the show from the side. How could this attract their Master's cold gaze?
After Mo Beiyuan let go of Yun Ran, he strode towards the room where Mu Qingli was locked up.
