Luo Qiangwei's nerves tensed, and she bit directly onto his tongue.
A faint taste of blood spread between their mouths.
Mo Shiche stopped kissing her, slowly pulling away from her mouth. The injury on his tongue sobered him up, but also agitated him further. Resting his forehead against hers, he breathed low and heavily, "Luo Qiangwei, is this how he usually keeps you company?"
The 'he' clearly referred to Yan Chu.
It all came back to this topic.
Luo Qiangwei bit her lip corner, replying indifferently, "If he keeps me company, it's out in the open. Mo Shiche, don't go out of your way to make trouble for Ah Chu. He's just a male friend of mine. Don't you have female friends?"
Without even thinking, the man said, "No."
Indeed, he didn't have any. What did he need women friends for when having her as a wife was enough?
Hearing his answer, she laughed softly, "Oh."
