Luo Qiangwei's nerves tensed, and she bit down directly on his tongue.
A faint taste of blood spread in their mouths.
Moh Shiche stopped kissing her and slowly withdrew from her mouth. The injury on his tongue sobered him up and also made him more irritated. He rested his forehead against hers, his low and heavy breathing continued, "Luo Qiangwei, is that how he usually accompanies you?"
That "he" was obviously referring to Yan Chu.
After all the twists and turns, it still came back to this.
Luo Qiangwei bit the corner of her lip, her voice cold, "If he accompanies me, it's out in the open. Moh Shiche, don't try to find troubles for Ah Chu. He's just a male friend, don't you have female friends?"
The man replied without thinking, "No."
He really didn't. What did he need a woman friend for when having her as a wife was already enough?
Hearing this, she laughed, "Oh."
