When Wen Wan realized that the car wasn't heading towards the apartment, she immediately furrowed her brows, "Where are we going?"
"Di Yang."
It took a moment for Wen Wan to connect the dots, and then with a blushing face, she pouted, "Who said we're going to the hotel? I want to go home."
"It's inconvenient to go home," Mo Siluo raised an eyebrow.
"You—" Wen Wan glared at the man, commanding, "Stop the car, I want to get out."
Mo Siluo turned a deaf ear and continued to drive. However, when he saw the woman dangerously swinging his arm, he still pulled over to the side of the road.
"Open the door!"
Mo Siluo sighed helplessly, "Baby, it's been a good while since I've had meat. You want to kill me with desire, don't you?"
Even though Wen Wan was used to the man's frivolity, such blatant words still made her blush.
"As if there's only one woman in the world—go find someone else if you want to indulge!" Wen Wan retorted with indignation.
