Wen Wan's body stiffened slightly at the man's words.
"Do you know? Your body is like a poppy, highly addictive." Mo Siluo's cool lips lightly grazed the woman's neck, "If I don't * you for a day, it will make me restless."
Wen Wan was extremely embarrassed and angry. She pushed and tried to get up, but the man caught her by the back of her head, and their lips pressed together...
At that moment, pedestrians were passing by the car, casting glances, nonchalant yet curious, into the vehicle. Even though Wen Wan knew they couldn't see anything from outside, she still blushed with shame, feeling as if she was performing in public.
Wen Wan couldn't escape, and in desperation, she bit down hard on the man's tongue.
Mo Siluo settled down then, hissing in pain, and it seemed like blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"You promised me, as long as Doctor Tang could accept Xiaoguai's existence, you would let go." Wen Wan accused him furiously.
