Tong Yan was baffled, and raised her head to see the owner of the hand was Bo Yimo.
Tong Yan's face was puzzled, huh????
Bo Yimo's slender fingertips brushed against Tong Yan's rosy lips, "If another man were to touch here…" His voice was low and husky, seductive and irresistible, dominant and domineering.
Unspoken words, filled with a sense of threat, seemed eerie and terrifying.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, the temperature dropped drastically, leaving everyone speechless.
Another man????
Tong Yan looked down at the little boy in her arms, still with a puzzled face. Does he count as another man?
A little kid, barely so tall, probably just a few years old, does he count as another man?
Bo Yimo bent slightly, his slender fingertips lifted her chin to face him, "Baby, here, only I am allowed to touch." His voice was overwhelmingly alluring.
