"Huasong, what's the matter with you? I was calling you just now, but you didn't respond to me." Mu En asked worriedly.
"How dare you say that? You were messing around behind me, how would I dare to respond?" Mo Huasong glared angrily at Mu En.
Mo Huasong did not know why, but his body became increasingly sensitive.
Whenever he saw Mu Fanxuan or Xiao Jie, sensual images of their bodies would appear in his mind.
Mu En had just teased him, greatly stimulating him.
"I... I just couldn't take it." Mu En said in embarrassment as he scratched his head. "Besides, I might not be alive when we get back."
"Eh? Huasong, why are you bleeding from your nose?" Mu En said in surprise as he spotted the blood oozing out of Mo Huasong's nostrils.
In a frantic rush, Mo Huasong wiped the blood from his nose and shook his head, "The wind is too strong tonight. It's making my nose uncomfortable."
The pilot secretly broke out in a sweat. Our helicopter's door is closed, how can any wind get in?
