"I'm going to discipline you." Right now, all Mo Huasong wanted to do was give Mu Fanxuan a good lesson, and the airplane bathroom seemed like the perfect place.
Mu Fanxuan wanted to protest further, but a gentle wave of Mo Huasong's right hand silenced her entirely.
As they slipped into the cramped bathroom, Mu Fanxuan glared furiously at Mo Huasong, rendered speechless by his command.
A gesture from Mo Huasong's right hand released her, "Mo Huasong, what are you dragging me in here for?"
"To discipline you." Without another word, Mo Huasong closed the toilet lid, took a seat on top of it, and pulled her over.
When Mu Fanxuan landed on his lap, she felt an immediate flush of panic and confusion.
For reasons unknown, seeing Mo Huasong's arrogant masculinity only stirred her desires to provoke him, infuriate him, and watch his sour face turn sourer.
But now, restrained atop his lap, her emotions churned, indescribable by pen and paper.
