Her nose and mouth were pressed against the linen shirt, and Tong Ran felt unable to breathe. Once she relaxed her teeth, she let go of her mouth, "Cough... Cough cough..."
"If you dare to bite again, I'll let you know what real biting is!"
"Would I bite you if you weren't acting like a madman?" Tong Ran pushed away his hand that was reaching for her lips, "Let go of me right now!"
"Me, acting like a madman? Is it really me acting like a madman, or are you forcing me into madness?!"
"I'm not forcing you at all!"
"Then tell me who left those bite marks!"
"You—" Tong Ran bit her lower lip, the words 'It was you' almost burst out!
"Speak!"
The hand Mo Nanjue had around her waist tightened as if he wanted to crush her slender waist!
The tilt of the sports car became more and more pronounced, the roaring engine noise increasingly piercing, her small face stung by the blowing wind, "Do you really... need to know that badly?"
