Old Mo Han

"An Luxia, you are seducing me," he said in his deep voice, which had just gotten even more hoarse.

An Luxia's lips twitched, "Huh? Me?"

She blinked a few times in confusion, "Excuse me, Mr. Mo?! Me?! Seduce you?! Can you get your facts straight, okay?"

Mo Han's smile widened as he placed his hand onto her smooth and soft back, which was almost like touching fire for him as Mo Han immediately felt a spark ignite inside him.

"Luxia. . ." He called, his voice scarily hoarse and deep. That tone was all too familiar to An Luxia, and she immediately knew what he was thinking of.

"Mo Han, Mo Han," she called, trying to push herself away, "Stay calm! Don't forget that you are still injured. Control yourself!"

Mo Han licked his lips as he breathed in, not letting her run away, "It's okay, you can be on top this time."