Wen Heng: "Shut up!"
Wen Heng's inner thoughts, exposed by Nolan, erupted like a cat whose tail was stepped on, ready to pounce. "Nolan, you're not allowed to touch her. I won't let you touch her!"
"What if I do?" Nolan sneered. "Wen Heng, you're nothing but a coward. You've liked her for so many years, yet you're too afraid to confess your feelings."
"Let me fulfill your dream. Since we share the same body, you'll feel it too. Isn't Nan Yan so wonderful? Don't you want to be intimate with her?"
"Her body is so soft, holding her in your arms, melting into each other, watching her fall for you, isn't that a beautiful thing?"
Wen Heng was almost swayed by Nolan's words.
But soon, he regained his composure and roared angrily, "Shut up! I won't allow you to touch Nan Yan. Bringing her back to us is already my bottom line. Don't you dare defile her!"
"Wen Heng, you clearly also have thoughts. Why do you refuse?"
