She was caught off guard and sat on the man's lap. All the aura around her was invaded by the man, and Wen Jingyi had almost no way to avoid it.

I could only pretend to be calm, lower my head, frown and ask, "What are you doing?"

"Of course, I want you to smell it and see if it's sour or not."

Mo Yunfan chuckled softly into Wen Jingyi's ear, his slightly hoarse voice making people's scalps tingle.

Half of her body went limp almost instantly.

But Mo Yunfan hadn't met Wen Jingyi for several days. When she was in the hospital before, he also restrained himself and kept his distance, for fear of affecting Wen Jingyi's recovery from her injuries.

Now that he was holding the person he loved as deeply as his bones, his eyes became dim almost instantly.

His dark eyes slowly fell on Wen Jingyi. His aura became more and more dangerous, but his tone was still gentle and coaxing:

"My girlfriend keeps talking about other men, and I'm jealous. Isn't that normal?"

He pressed his hands on Wen Jingyi's waist, gradually increasing the force.

Hold the person completely in your arms.

Wen Jingyi had no way to avoid it, and with a red face, she gently pushed the man's strong chest.

The strong and gushing breath made her feel even more embarrassed.

When Wen Jingyi felt the warmth getting closer and closer and about to fall in front of her, she avoided his gaze but closed her eyes obediently.

Her ears flushed as she greeted Mo Yunfan's suddenly hot breath.

The cold breath suddenly poured into Wen Jingyi's limbs and orifices. When their lips touched, her whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted.

The hand on the waist continued to go deeper.

He massaged Wen Jingyi's sides and back, and her body lost control as she tried to avoid Mo Yunfan's hands.

"Hmm."

"Don't--"