Mo Xiuchen's low, deep laughter fell in Wen Ran's ear, utterly heedless of the presence of others. He deliberately leaned closer to her, and what entered her ears, besides his magnetic, pleasant laughter, was his warm, masculine breath, threading through her senses and causing Wen Ran's heartbeat to quicken, her face flushing red.
"Ranran, what other things are you referring to?" he asked.
His ambiguous words mysteriously stirred her heart, and Wen Ran, blushing, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide with surprise, didn't know what to say.
For some reason, she felt he was referring to those intimate nights they shared in the past, when he would hold her tight, bringing her to peaks of bliss time and time again...
"Ranran, Mo Xiuchen really favors you," Shen Yuting's teasing voice came from the side. "When I asked him if I looked good just now, he barely gave me a passing glance, but now he looks like he can't wait to devour you."