"You do," Tong Ran stood on tiptoe to touch his face, "You're so fierce, this isn't cool."
Mo Nanjue grabbed her hand, "Are you saying you dislike it?! "
"..."
Tong Ran hadn't yet shook her head when she was abruptly hoisted up. Mo Beiyan wasn't in the room, and Mo Nanjue carried her over to the bed, leaning down to press her down, trapping her firmly beneath him.
Tong Ran's eyes widened, while on the other side her son was still asleep. She raised her index finger to her lips, "Don't wake my son...mm!"
Mo Nanjue lowered his head to kiss her lips. Her slender fingers did not withdraw from between their lips and teeth, as the man's tongue traced her fingertip, then pressed into her mouth. Tong Ran realized his intention and said, "No..."
Mo Nanjue's hand slipped into her shirt, grasping and starting to knead with force that seemed to carry some emotion and restraint. Tong Ran wrapped her arms around his neck, panting, "Mo Nanjue... what's wrong?"
