Mu Shanshan's exquisite face was completely drained of color, as pale as death. The woman was nearly infuriated to death by Lin Fei—when had she ever said she wanted to do that kind of embarrassing thing with him in the living room?
The principle that men and women should not touch when giving or receiving objects was important, wasn't it? Mu Shanshan simply wanted to get off Lin Fei as quickly as possible, to avoid any further violation by the man. How did it end up in Lin Fei's mouth as some kind of wicked taste, and what did this have to do with her, President Mu?
If conditions had allowed, Mu Shanshan would definitely have used a needle to sew Lin Fei's stinking mouth shut. Stitch after stitch, never to undo it for the rest of his life, never to let Lin Fei speak.
From the very beginning, it was Lin Fei who had gone crazy with his nonsensical talk. When had Mu Shanshan ever felt that Lin Fei was not a man? At most, she felt he was somewhat lecherous and shameless.
