"Even someone like you has entered. I think my advantage is still evident." Mo Yuanxiu's calm words angered Wen Yun even more, and his face went red.
He said angrily, "We'll see."
With that, he strode off.
Mo Yuanxiu looked at Wen Yun's back.
Slowly, he turned to Lu Manman.
Lu Manman turned to look at him. His expression had actually changed a little, and his lips were pale.
"Mo Yuanxiu, is it… Mm-hm." She had just opened her mouth to speak when she felt a domineering and cold kiss on her lips.
Stunned, she let go a little and mumbled, "Mo Yuanxiu, uh, let go of me, uh…"
He pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard on the lips. He did not kiss her deeply, but his lips lingered on hers.
She was afraid of touching his wound and did not dare to push him too hard.
Wen Yun, who was not too far away, seemed to sense something. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, only to see them glued to each other.
