When Mo Rao returned home, she felt nervous.
"What's wrong? Did that bastard do anything to you?" Mo Yuan rushed over and asked when he saw Mo Rao's panicked expression.
Mo Rao shook her head. "I'm fine."
With that, she quickly ran back to her room, since she was afraid that Mo Yuan would notice anything amiss.
Sitting at the table, Mo Rao looked at herself in the makeup mirror.
Her lips were rosy. It was obvious that she had been kissed.
Mo Rao rubbed her chest. Fortunately, Mo Yuan didn't notice. Otherwise, she would be doomed.
No!
Why was she thinking about this now? Shouldn't she condemn that bastard Fu Ying first?!
Mo Rao only felt regret. She regretted not slapping Fu Ying just now. She could imagine how smug Fu Ying was now.
That man always took advantage of her when she was unprepared and did intimate things to her, making Mo Rao feel enraptured again and again.
