Drizzling rain.
In the room, Chen Mo wrapped one arm around Jiang Ruoqing's waist, grabbed her leg with the other, placing it on his waist, his large hand casually caressing her smooth, fair thigh, saying:
"Since you're already my woman, you two will meet sooner or later. She's wonderful, you don't need to worry."
Was she worried? Not at all, she was just embarrassed. That person had a proper marriage, but herself?
When they really meet, she would lack confidence.
"I... I'll think about it." Jiang Ruoqing put her leg down from Chen Mo's body, then propped herself up, but the soreness nearly made her fall back.
But since she was a Second-Grade Martial Artist, such a thing wouldn't hurt her muscles or bones, taking a deep breath, she propped herself up again. However, just then, Chen Mo gently pulled her back into his embrace.
"It's still early, let's sleep some more, it's still raining outside." Chen Mo stroked Jiang Ruoqing's hair, whispering softly.
