When he heard Han Luo's words, he realized that she was a bit hurt. Mo Yuan stroked her back and spoke in a gentle tone, "Isn't it good? The only person who will live with in the future is you. What's wrong with asking my future wife's opinion about the room she will sleep inside in the future?"
Han Luo raised her head and looked at him. She tried to look for sothing in his expression but couldn't. "Are you trying to make feel better?"
Mo Yuan traced her cheek with the back of his hand and told her, "How co? You are my future wife. What's wrong with mom asking for your opinion about the room you will use in the future?" after asking her that he pinched her nose.
Upon hearing his words, Han Luo straightened her back. She questioned him, "Do you think mom already knows?" Her heartbeat raced thinking about that possibility.
Mo Yuan shrugged and lied to her without batting his eyes, "I don't know. Maybe she has guessed sothing. You have to ask her yourself."
"Oh no! I'm shy. How can I ask her such a thing?" Han Luo covered her face with her hands.
Mo Yuan pulled her hands and moved them away from her flushed face. "You don't shy away when you climb into her son's bed. Why are you shy now?" he teased her.
Han Luo pouted her lips and drew a circle on his chest. She possessively said, "Your bed is also my bed. Why should I be embarrassed about that?"
Mo Yuan told her, "Her son is also your future husband. Why are you embarrassed to confront her about us then?"
"I need more ti to grow so thick skin like you." Han Luo pinched his arm.
"If I didn't have thick skin, I would've had you much earlier." Mo Yuan pulled her closer and captured her soft lips. It was a sweet kiss.
Han Luo closed her eyes and snuggled closer to him. She couldn't speak since her lips were blocked.
Mo Yuan changed the angle and kissed her deeply. He nibbled her lower lip and sucked in strongly. He brought her close to him and put her on his lap.
Before they knew it, their kiss soon turned stormy. Their tongues swirled and wrestled against each other. Their heartbeats increased and body temperature rose gradually. Inside the car felt warm and stuffy.
When Mo Yuan thought that he was going to lose control, he pulled back and said in a low, husky voice, "I don't mind if we make out here inside the car in broad daylight. However, we have to visit the police station."
Han Luo's face was crimson. her lips were open and a thread of saliva was still connected to her lips. Her eyes looked hungry as if she didn't have enough kisses.
After seeing her alluring expression, Mo Yuan's throat beca dry. He licked his lips before lowering his head and pecked her lips a few more tis.
When Han Luo lacked oxygen, she moved away from him. She panted softly.
Mo Yuan wiped her mouth with his thumb and brushed his lips over her neck. It caused Han Luo to flinch.
"Mm…" a soft moan escaped her mouth. She bashfully looked around to see if there was anyone in their neighborhood. Fortunately, there was no one.
She said quietly, "Let's go to the police station."
Mo Yuan caught her left hand and kissed her palm before letting her go. He turned on the air conditioner since they were both feeling hot. After Han Luo finished adjusting her clothes and hair, he started the engine and drove off.
Unknown to them, a person behind the bushes ca out. That person was clenching fists in anger. Bottle of emotions jumbled up that person's mind.
Soon, Han Luo and Mo Yuan arrived at the police station and t the superintendent. The superintendent was a pure English man. He saw them and stood up. "Mr. Yuan Mo and Miss Luo Han, I have been waiting for you. Please sit down."
Apparently, Mo Zhen contacted him before his son and adopted daughter ca.
While sitting, Han Luo spoke, "Thank you, sir. Where are the mbers of Rocking Hell? I would like to et Jasmine, one of their mbers."
"They are still in the lockup. I'll take Jasmine to the eting room. Please co this way," the superintendent showed the way.
Han Luo was taken to a narrow room. The room was divided with the glass and there was a telephone on this side and there was another telephone on the other side of the glass.
There was a stool in front of her. She sat on the stool and waited for Jasmine. She didn't have to wait that long. Soon after, Jasmine ca. She was still wearing her clothes. She wasn't given a prisoner's uniform. She looked neat and proper. It didn't seem like she was staying in a prison.
She sat down on the other stool. Both of them took the telephone receivers.
"It's been a while," Han Luo spoke first.
Jasmine coldly glared at her. "You look well. It doesn't seem like your skin was burned." Seeing Han Luo's fair skin and healthy body, she wished she had ignited the fire and made sure no one could enter. She should have let Han Luo die there.
Han Luo placed her chin on the left palm and asked, "Were you hoping that my skin would burn?"
Jasmine gritted her teeth and venomously said, "Although I didn't cause the fire, it would've been better if you were. This way, Yuan would be mine."
Han Luo shook her head. "You are wrong. You should be thanking the Almighty that nothing has happened to . If it was otherwise, you would be in grave danger."
Jasmine narrowed her eyes.. "Really? Don't act so cocky. Do you think just because Yuan saved you from fire you beca the heroine of so kind of love story?"
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