She could restrain her emotions in front of anyone else, but she just couldn't help herself when it came to Mo Nanjue.
In front of him, she would lose control, yell loudly, punch and kick, and... disregard any semblance of image.
In front of him... it was like she wasn't the one who could control herself anymore.
This situation... she didn't know whether it was good or bad.
"You dare space out?!"
Seeing her lowering her gaze, lost in thought, Mo Nanjue pressed forward, pinching her waist forcefully, "Look at me!"
"Hiss—It hurts!" Tong Ran forcefully swatted his hand away, "Can't you be less barbaric?!"
She couldn't control herself, and it was probably because this man was too brutal!
"Barbaric?" The man seemed to find the word amusing. He curled his thin lips, "Then let me show you what's even more barbaric."
As soon as the words left his lips, before she could react, Mo Nanjue pinned her shoulders and flipped over, pushing her down with him to the bottom of the bathtub!
