No moral version
"Where do you put your hands?"
"Hmm," Xiang Lan glanced at his chest.
"I'm a woman." Mo San raised the corner of his mouth with difficulty.
"I know." He said with a matter-of-fact expression.
"I know you still touch me, but don't you know that men and women can't understand each other?" Mo San gritted his teeth and said something. This person is really as thick-skinned as a wall.
"I touched you because you were a woman," "Besides, why shouldn't I touch my own wife?" His handsome face was shining.
"You, you - scoundrel, who is your wife?" Star eyes glared, unable to conceal their brilliance.
A kiss came, caught off guard, and they tossed and turned. After a long time, a hoarse voice sounded, "What now?"
The flush on Mo San's face didn't have time to retreat, but he couldn't bear the fact that he was always at the disadvantage. He pulled Xiang Lan's head down, raised his head and decided to win the match, and said in a slurred voice, "It depends on your performance."
Xiang Lan was immediately overjoyed and hugged her, not forgetting to tease her, "I will make it comfortable for my husband to take care of my wife~"
The N word is omitted below...