Chapter 17 What a Stupid Wife

Tang Zhiluo was stiff as a corpse.

But Mo Xun was her husband; protecting her like this shouldn't be a problem, right? It was still better than other men taking advantage of her, wasn't it?

A few more people squeezed into the elevator.

With everyone crammed in the elevator, Mo Xun pressed forward, and it wasn't just Tang Zhiluo's body that tensed up; Mo Xun also became stiff.

"Mo Xun..." Tang Zhiluo spoke softly, feeling as if she was about to be squashed into a pulp.

Mo Xun was pressed against her from behind, his warm breath caressing her neck. "I have nowhere else to stand either."

"It's so crowded." Tang Zhiluo could hardly keep her balance, and her body arched back slightly.

At her arching, Mo Xun's eyes darkened, his large palm steadied her waist, barely managing to create a bit of separation. "Don't move around so much."

Rubbing against each other like this, was she trying to seduce him?