"You mustn't call me... Wan'Er."
Being called by her nickname by someone several years younger, Ning Wan always felt a bit uneasy, and said, "Aren't you afraid of Xue'Er finding out?"
"Let her find out, who cares? You had nothing to do with her anyway, and the only connection you had was broken when Liang Song abandoned you."
Chen Mo kissed Ning Wan's lip corner. For some reason, he felt Ning Wan was like aged wine, rich and full of flavor, more intoxicating than new wine.
"Liang Song doesn't want you, but I do, Wan'Er. Let me take care of you for the rest of your life." After speaking, he bent down and bit her.
The beautiful lady with delicate features held Chen Mo's head, her face blushing like a bright red evening glow, full of shame and anger, feeling her outer robe being pulled and her collar being undone. Though she hadn't had a child, she felt like she was nurturing one, biting her lower lip, her plump and glossy lips forming a faint white mark, and said:
