That kiss that day, tender and lingering, warmed the hearts of the two, which had cooled in the seawater.
It could be said that it was the warmest kiss between them.
But why has it now turned into this?
So, is this telling her that between a sponsor and mistress, warmth is absolutely impossible?
All there is, just like he said, is transaction, threat, and submission.
She... really was too naive.
"Tong Ran, you dare to be distracted?!" Mo Nanjue touched her shoulder and pinched hard at her collarbone. Tong Ran jerked back to reality and hurriedly began pushing his body, but in vain—she couldn't move him—
She really didn't want to do this sort of thing with him on the day of her parents' death anniversary!
Even if she was no longer pure long ago, she really didn't want to get dirty again on this day!
Not at all!
Thinking this, she steeled her heart, raised her bandaged right leg, and kicked hard against the openwork nightstand!
Bang—
A loud collision sounded.