After a workout that left him sweating profusely, Mo Siluo's calloused fingertips gently touched the woman's cheek, slightly pressing harder as they slid down to her snowy neck, "That man at noon, was he your ex-lover?"
Wen Wan was startled by the man's actions and opened her eyes wide; after recovering, her voice carried a thin edge of anger, "So in your eyes, any man who appears by my side is my ex-lover? What about you? Are all those butterflies fluttering around you every day also your bed partners?"
"I'm asking you a question, you just need to answer yes or no," Mo Siluo warned in a lowered voice, with each word pronounced clearly.
"If I say no, will you believe me?" Wen Wan snorted coldly, countering with another question.
"Yes, or no?" Mo Siluo's handsome face closed in slowly, his voice nearly grinding between his teeth.
"No," Wen Wan grabbed the man's hand, attempting to push him away.
