"Ah—" The woman on the TV suddenly let out a high-pitched, excited scream.
Mo Lan’s expression beca stiff, and she felt an impulse to go crazy.
Qi Ruigang stared at her darkly, a fla flickering in his eyes.
A dangerous aura emanating from him began to spread—
Mo Lan lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed: "I’ll co back in after you’ve finished watching!"
Qi Ruigang’s strong arm swiftly encircled her waist, and in the next mont, Mo Lan was lifted up, embraced by him from behind.
"What are you doing!" Mo Lan struggled in shock.
Qi Ruigang held her body tightly, his arms wrapped around her chest.
"Watch with ." He said domineeringly.
Mo Lan faced the screen, the ambiguous scenes making her fear she’d go blind after just one more glance.
She turned away: "I don’t watch this kind of thing, you watch it yourself."
Qi Ruigang’s chin rested on her head; his voice was hoarse as he said: "Why be shy? You’re not a naive girl anymore, watching isn’t a cri."
"Who’s shy, I find it disgusting!" Mo Lan exclaid angrily as she struggled, but Qi Ruigang’s arms were as solid as iron. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her.
Her body was already fragile, almost embedded into his embrace.
"Disgusting? If you find it disgusting, then why get married? Don’t get married expecting disgust." Qi Ruigang retaliated.
Mo Lan sneered: "The thing I regret most is marrying you."
Qi Ruigang gritted his teeth; he shouldn’t have brought up such a topic.
The TV couple beca more intense; one must admit that the film was well made. It didn’t provoke strong aversion; rather, it was quite engaging.
Because it was integrated with the plot, watching it made viewers more imrsed.
But Mo Lan didn’t like it, especially watching it with Qi Ruigang.
She struggled subtly, their bodies intimately pressed, quickly triggering a reaction from Qi Ruigang.
His hardened part pressed against her buttocks, making Mo Lan stiffen slightly, unable to move.
"Qi Ruigang, what exactly do you want?" She asked him coldly.
"Nothing much, just watching a movie with you." Qi Ruigang’s voice grew huskier, his whole body temperature was high, and he was already quite moved.
Mo Lan feared he’d lose control and act impulsively.
"Let go of , I’ll watch with you."
"Just watch like this." Qi Ruigang lowered his deep-set eyes, his hot breath spraying on the top of her head.
"While holding , I feel quite dangerous. If you want to watch with you, let go!"
Qi Ruigang chuckled softly, "What’s dangerous? I just want to hold you, not to do anything."
"That’s the biggest lie n tell!" Mo Lan didn’t believe him in the slightest.
"Okay, I admit I do want to do sothing. But if you don’t want it, I won’t do anything."
Mo Lan still didn’t believe him; when n spoke like that at such tis, it was all false.
Qi Ruigang promised again: "Honestly, if you don’t want it, I won’t act. But you must watch this movie with , otherwise, I’ll do it."
"If you dare break your word, don’t expect to trust you again." Mo Lan reluctantly compromised.
At this point, she had no choice but to compromise.
Qi Ruigang’s eyes held a smile, "Mm, no lie. Now open your eyes wide and look at the screen properly."
Mo Lan looked over reluctantly; actually, the scenes were well-done and not disgusting.
But she still felt sick because the man behind her disgusted her...
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