Mo Shaoyun looked at Zhang Xian with a sidelong glance, contemptuously taking in his earnest appearance.
In their early acquaintance, perhaps Zhang Xian had been earnest and unintrusive. However, with time he had become less so, to the point where he seemed to have forgotten the concept of respect completely.
Zhang Xian stared at Mo Shaoyun, a picture of innocence, "Wife, I have no intention of taking advantage of Sister Nan, I just don't want her to suffer."
With a cold face Mo Shaoyun asked, "Where do you want to touch?"
"Here..." Zhang Xian stepped forward, placing a hand on Mo Shaoyun's flat stomach, running his fingers over it.
Mo Shaoyun took a few steps back, glaring at Zhang Xian, "What...what are you groping for?"
"You asked where i wanted to touch, right?" Zhang Xian made a face of aggrievement, "I was just showing you, why are you mad at me? I did nothing wrong on you."
"You…" Mo Shaoyun was livid.
