Mo Huasong asked in surprise, "If you're not a dog, why did you bite me?"
"Who asked you to bully me, undress me, and want to do that to me—" Upon saying this, Mu Fanxuan's face flushed red.
Was the unforgettable scene she experienced on the plane about to re-enact itself?
Would he, would he use such force again?
"Oh, now I know why you're so stupid. Turns out you're born in the Year of Pig," Mo Huasong said, laughing.
At the moment, she was fine except for a scar where the wound was. Probably in a few days, it would be gone.
"You are the pig!" Mu Fanxuan saw Mo Huasong was teasing her again. Feeling irritated, she opened her slender, rose-red lips, ready to bite him again.
Mo Huasong saw her trying to get up and gently pushed her back down on the bed.
"Hmm." Mu Fanxuan lay limp on the bed as if struck in a pressure point, legs spread wide open, creating an extremely sensual atmosphere.
