"Can't someone indifferent still like children?" Mo Ang turned over, lazily leaning against the headboard, and lit a cigarette.
An Ning moved closer to him, lying directly on his chest, her chin resting on it. Her eyes shone brightly after having been passionately loved. "Even cold men love their wives and children, it's the wife and children that matter. How can you have so much patience for someone else's child?"
"Because it's yours, and I'm interested in you." Mo Ang blew a puff of smoke toward him.
An Ning glanced at the head of the bed. "Do you want some dragon fruit? I'll feed you!"
"Sure." Mo Ang curled his lips into a mischievous smile.
An Ning threw him a seductive glance, leaned over him, and reached for the dragon fruit on the bedside table.
Then, she aimed a piece of dragon fruit on a toothpick directly at his eyes.
