Dong Mengdie was enraged, pushing away Mo Huasong's large hand forcefully: "Mo Huasong, don't use this excuse to take advantage of me. I'm telling you, I won't let you off."
As it turned out, Mo Huasong's hand was actually resting on Dong Mengdie's chest. How could she not be angry?
Dong Mengdie realized that Mo Huasong suggested walking instead of taking a taxi so he could take advantage of her along the way, didn't he?
This rotten student, daring to disrespectfully take advantage of his teacher?
Recalling the warmth of Mo Huasong's large hand, Dong Mengdie's heart pounded like a startled deer.
She felt as if she was sick, her legs soft, unable to stand steady, her body leaning on Mo Huasong for support.
Mo Huasong didn't argue with Dong Mengdie. His hand was still tightly hugging her, his gaze sharp and focused on the dark area on their right.
