Li Mochan set her down, step by step pressing in, cornering her against the wall.
"How about trying it here?" His crimson lips curved in a rascally smirk, his hands braced against the wall, trapping her in front of him.
The wind on the balcony was fierce, blowing her long hair into disarray; Ye Jiuliang shuddered from the cold.
Looking into his deep, icy eyes, she smiled sheepishly and burrowed into his arms, "Mohan, I'm cold."
Try my ass.
I'm not that foolish.
Seeing how someone tantalized and then cowered away, Li Mochan's dark eyes narrowed slightly, still recalling her recent comment about not being up to snuff, "Wolf cub, you should give it a try personally, I'm still counting on you to clear up those rumors later."
"..."
Clear my ass, as if we're not all precious babies.
"Mohan, it's windy here, let's go inside and talk," Ye Jiuliang forcefully changed the subject.
Li Mochan was silent, his gaze heavy as he bore into her.
