Wen Wan immediately became docile, but two suspicious flushes of red still quietly crept onto her cheeks.
As she entered, Wen Wan subconsciously wanted to close the door but was stopped by Mo Siluo.
Wen Wan was too shocked to utter a single word. How could this man... how could he have such a predilection?
"Strip!" Mo Siluo wrapped his arms around the woman, his voice not too loud or soft, just loud enough for those outside to hear.
Wen Wan struggled, but the man held her even tighter, "What, do I need to teach you?"
"Mo Siluo, don't go too far." Wen Wan glared at the man, then reached to pull at the man's trousers, turning her little face automatically to the other side, not looking.
"You're hopeless! How many times have we done this, and you still haven't learned?" Mo Siluo deliberately raised his voice.
Wen Wan glared at the man with shame and anger, yanked hard with her little hand, and somehow, fiercely clenched the man's...
