"Gu Mohan, let go of me!" Tang Mo'er repeated again and turned her head away. She wasn't going to let him kiss her anymore.
However, he was much stronger than her. He held on to her waist using his strong arms and she wasn't able to move around. He held her tighter when she resisted more. The atmosphere was getting more and more heated as she writhed against him.
Slap! He slapped her butt and loomed close like a dangerous beast as he threatened her, "Little forsaken wife, you'd better stop moving around!"
Tang Mo'er realized that she was in a precarious position.
She blushed and scolded him while beating his chest, "You're not allowed to hit my butt, and also, I'm not a little forsaken wife!"
Little forsaken wife, little forsaken wife. The name-calling seemed to have become habitual and rolled off his tongue so naturally.
