"Ah—" The woman on the TV suddenly let out a high-pitched, excited scream.
Mo Lan's expression became stiff, and she felt an impulse to go crazy.
Qi Ruigang stared at her darkly, a flame flickering in his eyes.
A dangerous aura emanating from him began to spread—
Mo Lan lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed: "I'll come back in after you've finished watching!"
Qi Ruigang's strong arm swiftly encircled her waist, and in the next moment, Mo Lan was lifted up, embraced by him from behind.
"What are you doing!" Mo Lan struggled in shock.
Qi Ruigang held her body tightly, his arms wrapped around her chest.
"Watch with me." He said domineeringly.
Mo Lan faced the screen, the ambiguous scenes making her fear she'd go blind after just one more glance.
She turned away: "I don't watch this kind of thing, you watch it yourself."
Qi Ruigang's chin rested on her head; his voice was hoarse as he said: "Why be shy? You're not a naive girl anymore, watching isn't a crime."
