Immediately after, warmth spread across her lips as something soft covered her mouth, rubbing gently without much force, stirring up boundless ambiguity.
Mo Yan was kissed into a daze, and just as she couldn't help but respond, the softness on her lips suddenly disappeared, and a deep, pleasant chuckle came from above her head, "Yanyan, stop pretending."
Mo Yan suddenly opened her eyes and glared fiercely at the person whose smile grew even more delighted, and without a second thought, she lifted her foot and kicked at the person's waist.
Xiao Ruiyuan didn't dodge or evade, taking the moderate kick. As Mo Yan retracted her foot, he suddenly grasped her ankle.
Mo Yan gave the person another heavy kick and spat out a word, "Without my permission, don't you dare touch me again."
Xiao Ruiyuan's brows arched slightly with a meaningful tone, "Does Yanyan mean to say it's only permissible to use words?"