Upon hearing this, Mo Siluo's expression changed abruptly. As the woman turned to leave, he had already stepped forward with his long legs, successfully blocking her at the doorway.
The man's face was somewhat terrifying, with his eyes slightly narrowed and his complexion an iron blue, making Wen Wan feel a storm was about to baptize her.
"Who told you?" Mo Siluo pressed in step by step, as the woman kept retreating.
"I... I guessed it myself!" Wen Wan stammered, her long lashes quivering slightly with fear.
Mo Siluo cornered the woman at the edge of the desk, then extended his arms and confined her in his embrace, his face still frighteningly cold, and his voice even lower and murkier, "You guessed right! I was indeed abandoned by a woman! She seemed pure with her clothes on, but once undressed, she was unbearably provocative. Without feeding her for a day, she would go hook up with stray men for me!"
