Duan Fei returned to find Rong Moyong sitting on the living room couch, toying with the gift box in his hands.
Duan Fei immediately went over and took the box from his hands, "This is a gift from Yaoyao, don't touch it."
Rong Moyong wasn't annoyed, and simply stretched out his hand to pull her wrist, making her sit in his embrace.
Duan Fei was instantly on high alert, "Don't do this here…"
"I'm just hugging you, not doing anything else, what are you panicking about?" Rong Moyong's voice was slightly deep, "The old lady is in her room and won't come out, she won't see."
Duan Fei tried to struggle, but he pinched her waist.
The man's low voice was close to her ear, "Open the box."
"What are you going to do?"
Rong Moyong said, "Take a look at your birthday gift."
Duan Fei was simply speechless.
However, the man clung to her persistently, as if he would not relent until she complied.
