Before she could react, Mo Nanjue lowered his head and directly curled his tongue around her delicate earlobe, nibbling it, then squinted as he looked up, "I need this woman every day, yet I still can't get enough of her. As for how she tastes, there's no need for me to explain it to President Luo one by one."
Tong Ran was held tightly by him, and the large hand on her waist seemed to warn her: Don't speak.
Luo Xiao's eyes dimmed upon hearing this.
Mo Nanjue, satisfied, curved his thin lips and glanced towards Fu Qingshuang on the wedding stage, "President Luo's fiancée, who is about to be married to him, is also here today. The words I said last time at Qianhuan still count. Today, why don't we have another contest?"
Most of the people present were also in the box at Qianhuan that day, so what Mo Nanjue meant by his words counting was naturally that Tong Ran's position in his heart was by no means lower than that of a fiancée.
