Tong Ran was only wearing thin clothes. Although she didn't feel cold, her face still flushed red as she lifted her head, "Mo Nanjue, you're giving me the card. Aren't you afraid I'll run away with the money?"
"Do you really think you could escape unless I allowed it?" Mo Nanjue replied with a thin smile, his handsome face exuding deadly charm under the orange-hued light, "Or should I say, without it, would you even be able to survive if you did run away?"
As he spoke, he grabbed Tong Ran's small hand, his thin-lipped smile growing even more wanton.
"You—" Tong Ran instantly understood what he meant by his words, her already red face burning even hotter, "Mo Nanjue, you are incurably perverse!"
"Incurable?" The man suddenly spun around, "I'll make you want it right now."
With that, he shifted his long body to the side, sprawling lengthwise across the large, soft sofa.
He was about to reach out and pull her to him again.
