"It's not entirely so, you just forced yourself on me like an animal, and I can't even take a little advantage back by kissing you,"
Luo Qiangwei wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his thin lips softly, teasingly, and asked casually, "Does Sheng Miao kiss you like this every day?"
"No," the man quickly replied, "I've never touched her, never kissed nor touched her."
Luo Qiangwei moved her hand lower, "Do you ever want her?"
"Yes, I do want."
"When you do, do you think of me?"
"I only think of you."
"Fine, until we find a way to solve our daughter's curse, whenever you feel the desire... you can come to me anytime, anywhere," she touched his face, "but you must not touch Sheng Miao. Although we're divorced and I have no right to restrain you, don't touch her unless you never want to touch me again."
Mo Shiche looked down at her, silent.
