Wen Wan glared at the man, only to be dragged back into his arms, drawing circles on his chest with her finger, "I'm not a masochist! If I really became Mrs. Mo, wouldn't I be tormented by you for a lifetime? Rest assured, you might make a good lover, but you'd definitely not be a good husband. Besides, I am well aware of my place; with a family background like Mr. Mo's, I'm afraid I'm out of my league!"
"Good that you know your place." Mo Siluo squeezed the woman's slightly swollen face and responded with a grimace of a smile.
Wen Wan cried out instantly, "Ah, it hurts——"
"Serves you right!"
"You——" Wen Wan glared furiously at the man.
"You asked for it!" Mo Siluo tenderly caressed the woman's chin, his voice low, "Seducing someone else's boyfriend? You should feel lucky that the woman only slapped you instead of throwing acid in your face!"
"How can you be so malicious?" Wen Wan accused angrily.
