"Cough, cough..." She was caught off guard, choking on several mouthfuls of water. Just as she tried to break free from his grip, Mo Nanjue lifted her head again, patted the back of her head, and made her spit out the water she had just rinsed with into the bag.
The man's force was so strong that Tong Ran almost passed out from his patting.
Was he trying to choke her to death?!
After spitting out the water, she pursed her lips; the bloody taste that was there before was now gone.
Mo Nanjue knitted his brows, seemingly not reassured. He stretched out his hand to grasp her chin and forced her to open her mouth for inspection before finally releasing her.
The man withdrew his hand. "Tong Ran, this is the third time you've bitten me."
Mo Nanjue's slender fingers grazed his lips. He propped one leg up and knelt on the cushion, looking down at her from a height.
