"You brat, how come you didn't knock before entering!" Mo Siluo instantly turned as red as a liver, while Wen Wan, embarrassed, pushed him away and stood up to straighten her clothes.
"It's time for dinner." Xiaoguai was still afraid of Mo Siluo and quickly left the room after dropping the sentence and closed the door behind him.
Mo Siluo turned to look at Wen Wan, wanting to continue, but she stopped him with a hand: "Didn't you hear the kid? It's time to eat."
"How about after dinner..." Mo Siluo was really frustrated, but he didn't want to resolve it himself.
Wen Wan smiled ruefully at the man and replied, "I'm not feeling well."
Mo Siluo was about to lose his mind, stood up, pulled her into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Your lips should work, right? Or, your hand will do."
"Get lost!" Wen Wan pushed the man away in a shy rage and stormed off.
