Wen Nan was momentarily stunned.
What did he just do? How did the strategy score, which was originally stagnant, suddenly surge by 8 points?
Wen Nan looked at Mo Yu suspiciously, observing her expression more carefully this time. He noticed her eyes drifting; first, her gaze fell on the spot where the middle-aged woman behind Wen Nan was handcuffed, then shifted to Wen Nan's hand, and finally locked onto the wound on her own arm.
Squinting slightly, Wen Nan vaguely felt that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
Had Mo Yu increased her affection for him because he had handcuffed that middle-aged woman and then accidentally touched her wound, hurting her?
Recalling the tiny wounds on Mo Yu's arm that Wen Nan had seen before in the lecture hall…
Could it be that this seemingly dominant character, deep down inside, actually… has that kind of fetish?
If that were true, then this would be quite simple.
