Mo Siluo directly grabbed the woman's small fist and yanked her up ten centimeters, placing her face-to-face with him, although in the pitch-black darkness, they couldn't make out each other's contours.
"Jealous?"
"Who is jeal..." The man's light chuckle came to her ears, and Wen Wan, after hearing it, struggled even more to suppress the fury churning in her chest, preparing to deny it, only to be silenced by the man who grasped her head and blocked her mouth. Because of the heavy curtains completely blocking the light from outside, they didn't initially find the right spot, but with a slight movement, their lips met, and what followed was a fierce blend and grind.
Wen Wan had long grown accustomed to the man's dominance and had no resistance to his kisses; she surrendered almost immediately.
After the kiss, Wen Wan's head rested in the crook of the man's neck, breathing lightly. It was a long while before she heard the man speak, "The other woman... is my mother."
