Luo Qiangwei realized she was still sitting in his arms and immediately struggled to get down, "I can apply the medication myself, no need to trouble you, and thank you for just now... mmph."
Mo Shiche's large hand cupped the back of her head, relentlessly kissing her until she was nearly out of breath before he finally released her, his long fingers pinching her chin, "Little jealous woman, getting so fiercely jealous, yet pretending to be magnanimous, huh?"
"I'm not!" Luo Qiangwei heard him call her a little jealous woman, and it made her angry; it made her feel like she really was a jealous woman. Almost instinctively, she pushed him away with all her might, "Let go of me!"
She tumbled out of his embrace. Seeing her fall, Mo Shiche's eyes narrowed, and he immediately got up to catch her, but the woman had already steadied herself, taking a step back, "I've made myself clear. It's late; I should go back..."
