Mo Ang pinned her hands with one hand, placing her hands behind her back.
His other hand pressed down on her nape, preventing her from moving.
Just like that, An Ning was firmly locked by him.
The faint tobacco flavor from his mouth quickly spread into An Ning's, dominating her breath; the familiar taste made An Ning give up resistance once again.
Mo Ang sensed her compromise, even her enjoyment.
An Ning's heart pounded rapidly.
An Ning suddenly sobered up. "No, my mother-in-law is here, and my child is as well, I can't..."
"They won't come in, even if they want to, they'll have to knock..." Mo Ang whispered seductively in her ear.
"Knocking... even if they knock, what we're doing will be discovered." An Ning was extremely nervous.
This Mo Ang was so bold, how could he do such things to her under her mother-in-law's nose!
