An Ning forgot her anger and stared blankly.
"Got milk?" Mo Ang asked in a low voice.
Even though the voice came through the phone, there was no concealing its sensuality.
An Ning swallowed hard, not knowing what to say.
"Got milk? Answer." He probed again.
An Ning was really tired of arguing or fighting with him. The more she resisted, the more interested this man became. It was better to just answer him. "Yes."
"Did you give it to the child?"
"The child is asleep!"
Mo Ang nodded, as if to end the topic.
"I have to go down for dinner later, so I'll stop talking to you now." An Ning wanted to end the video call.
"Lift your clothes up." He suddenly commanded, desire flickering in his dark eyes.
An Ning's breathing trembled. "No."
"Do you have the right to say 'no' to me?" He threatened indifferently.
