As he spoke, he prepared to slip his hand under her shirt.
Tong Ran, easily embarrassed, hurriedly grabbed him, "Mo Nanjue!"
The man's thin lips curved slightly. He knew her physical condition was unstable, so no matter how he could hardly restrain himself, he couldn't possibly touch her at this moment. Mo Nanjue turned over, pressing his cheek tightly against her abdomen, "I was just teasing you. Am I the kind of person who would do such things?"
"..." Aren't you?
Hadn't he done it enough in the past?! Tong Ran glanced at him, her gaze falling upon his still damp hair. She nudged his leg, "I'll go get a towel."
The man turned his handsome face inward, clearly resting his eyes, "What for?"
"To help you dry your hair."
At her words, Mo Nanjue slightly raised his head. Tong Ran brought a clean white towel, lying back down, as the man remained resting his head on her legs, "Look at you, your hair is all wet."
