Luo Qiangwei struggled to suppress the sour, weak feeling in her body and propped herself up.
The next second, a slap landed on his face.
Mo Shiche slightly turned his head away.
It took him a while before he turned his face back to her, his eyes dark as ink, his Adam's apple rolling several times before he called out to her, "Tangtang."
"Mo Shiche, do you find this amusing?" Luo Qiangwei clutched the comforter, seemingly finding it ridiculous, so she just laughed out loud, "Do you think that because I'm a divorced woman with no innocence to speak of, it doesn't matter who I sleep with?"
Mo Shiche looked at her, "No," he answered quickly, "I've never thought that way, I've never been indifferent to you."
