"Gu Yang."
Wen Wan sensed that the man on top of her suddenly stopped moving, and then slowly lifted his head from the nape of her neck, looking at her. His eyes were emitting a chilling light, terribly frightening.
"Who did you just call?" The man furrowed his brows fiercely, his voice sounding like Asura from hell, sending shivers down one's spine.
Wen Wan fearlessly met the man's gaze and replied firmly, "Being with you only makes me feel disgusted, but if you want me to cooperate, that's fine. As long as I close my eyes and pretend that you're him, I can do it."
The woman's words made Mo Siluo clench his fists, veins on his forehead bulging and his face turning a terrifying shade of pale green. "Say that again?"
"I think I must love him, otherwise, I wouldn't have given birth to Xiaoguai for his sake." Wen Wan continued to provoke him.