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He glanced at her, and her face turned red.
He laughed and, with a soft click, unfastened the clasp on her back.
"I told you I don't want it," she crawled away, trying to leave.
Mo Xun pulled her back, trapping her in his embrace. "Be good, wifey…"
"I'm not your wife," Tang ZhiLuo resisted, trying to push him away.
But it was futile.
He didn't appear to be using much force, yet he held her tightly, firmly. When gentle, he could be very soft, but when domineering, he was intensely commanding.
"You *are* my wife," he coaxed her, gently nibbling at her lips, starting to tease her.
Tang ZhiLuo felt tormented by his teasing, her body weakening as she leaned against him, mumbling resentfully, "You really need this so badly?"
"I'm a normal man," Mo Xun replied, biting her collarbone lightly.
Tang ZhiLuo trembled softly. She didn't know what to do—she didn't want to indulge him, yet his kisses left her breathless, her gaze becoming dazed.