Because of Tang Yan's words, Jin Mo was stunned for a long time, as if she had been struck.
By the time she regained her senses, Tang Yan had already flipped over and pinned her down, kissing along her hand, gently, ambiguously, moist and hot.
"What are you doing?"
Tang Yan stopped his actions and, raising an eyebrow, said, "Don't you know that men are particularly sensitive in the morning?"
"How would I know? There are no men in my family!" Jin Mo glared at him and pushed him hard, her tone as cold and harsh as the wind outside.
Tang Yan's lips tightened, sensing her unusual mood, and he pulled her body into his arms, gently patting her back.
"From now on, I am your man, I will protect you!"
This sentence reached Jin Mo's ears, her nose tingled, and tears slid down her cheeks, soaking into the quilt and disappearing in an instant. She hung her head low, not wanting Tang Yan to see her crying.
