She is mine you must not covet

She's mine, you can't covet her

Teng!

Mo Xiyan's face flushed red.

She pushed Murong Yu away uneasily, but before her hand could make contact with his chest, he held her tightly in his hand.

"So Miss Mo wants to start from here?"

Murong Yu pulled her hand, and slowly reached into his clothes. His low voice with a hint of invisibility made her ears feel hot.

Especially when the fine and smooth fabric slowly grinded its way through her palms, it made her even more nervous to the point that her breathing hastened.

"Murong Yu, stop playing!"

Mo Xiyan tried to push the man away again, but she was not as strong as him, so how could she win against him?

"Why does Miss Mo think that I'm playing?"

Murong Yu actually directly used a force to pull her hand, and stuck it onto his firm chest.

The unprepared Mo Xiyan's heart skipped a beat, before she could react, she raised her head and looked at Murong Yu.