"You're allowed to do it, but I can't say it?" Mo Siluo chuckled lightly, his gaze tinged with a hint of innuendo.
"Absolutely not allowed, let's neither of us mention it ever again!" Wen Wan's voice involuntarily rose a notch. Last night had been too embarrassing; she needed to forget it.
Little Mo Yao turned towards the two upon hearing them, saw their suggestive postures, then smiled and got up, "I'm going back to my room to play."
Wen Wan felt awkward, pouting with her swollen lips and huffed, "It's all your fault."
Mo Siluo's heated gaze landed on the woman's red lips, deep in thought...
As the man's handsome face drew closer and closer, Wen Wan's heart began to race uncontrollably. She subconsciously licked her lips, then slowly closed her eyes...
But then, the soft lips didn't descend upon hers, all she heard was a burst of laughter.
"You were really looking forward to it?" someone's voice teased, rising at the end.
