She showed no intention of dressing herself, and her feet kicked a few times under the covers, causing the blanket to slide off her shoulders.
Mo Shichen gazed at the scene, his eyes dark and brooding. Seconds later, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Does tormenting me make you happy?"
Her face pressed against the pillow, she lifted the corners of her lips, "By the way you're putting it, it really does seem like it."
He slowly moved closer to her, though they were already very close, his arm resting on the bare waist of the woman, and then he lowered his head near her ear, speaking in an exceptionally seductive tone, "Then be my woman, you can torment me as much as you like, hmm?"
She spoke indifferently, "I've been your woman before, and I don't recall ever tormenting you."
"..."
The man's voice deepened, "Then why are you lying naked in my bed, letting me see you, touch you?"
Sometimes, he really didn't know what Wen Yi was thinking.
