Su Lan thought for a moment, still uneasy, "If Xiao Ran and I return to China, then Qingtian..."
Mo Nanjue picked up the teacup on the table, "She should have explained it clearly to you. Do I need to explain again?"
Indeed. Su Lan closed her mouth. Su Qingtian couldn't escape the Mo Family's grasp, nor did she want to. Just the fact that she loved Mo Nanjue was enough to keep her from wanting to leave.
She didn't have the ability to contend with the powerful Mo Family.
Mo Nanjue stood up, his knee brushing against the coffee table, feeling a slight sting.
Su Lan got up and watched his back, saying nothing more.
Mo Nanjue walked into the room. Tong Ran was sleeping soundly. In a haze, she felt someone tugging at her pajama pants. She opened her bleary eyes, "Hmm..."
Mo Nanjue's large hand slipped inside, caressing her skin, making her feel a chill, and instantly clamped her legs tight, "You're back?"
"Tighten a bit more."
"..."
