Wen Yi shrugged nonchalantly, "Enemy or not, I haven't taken any advantage of you."
Mo Shichen looked at her, "Okay," he said, "I'll remember that."
"..."
Unmoved, Wen Yi gave him a cool glance and then smiled, "I was actually thinking you might be having trouble moving, and I was planning to help you out, but since that's the case, you can continue to hold it in."
"..."
His husky voice was clearly tinged with lust, yet he still deliberately lightened his tone, adding a coaxing flavor to his low murmur, "Then give me another kiss."
Wen Yi wasn't falling for his trick, quickly standing up and walking towards the window, "Call me when you're feeling better."
She walked to the window and turned her back to him.
Mo Shichen turned his head to look at her figure.
