Mr. Mo, You Can't Go Out—

"Why didn't you feel embarrassed when you kissed me last night?" He pulled open his shirt so that she could see his chest dotted with hickeys.

"You bit me too!" Ji Nuan argued in a whisper. But she reached out and tugged at his lapel, buttoning it up one by one, but even when she fastened all the buttons, the particularly marked hickey in the middle of his neck still couldn't be concealed.

"I did?" Mo Jingshen asked purposely and was about to lift open her clothes. "Let me see."

Afraid of being turned on by him early in the morning, Ji Nuan quickly pulled back the quilt and got out of bed.

Mo Jingshen was wounded and couldn't chase her, so he could not do anything but see the little woman running to the door with a flushed face and tying up her clothes.

Ji Nuan ran so fast that she forgot to take her cell phone. Before she opened the door, she heard her cell phone beside his bed ring.