Chapter 690 Close Call

• “Mu Qiao, I’d like to...” Mo Han was panting uncontrollably as he leaned over to whisper into her ear. Her body tensed while her cheeks flushed upon hearing what he had to say, and her thoughts were all muddled up.
• She could feel his warm breath tickling the crook of her neck as she gulped. “Mo Han, g-get a hold of yourself... Didn’t you just say that people would c-come in any minute?” Mu Qiao’s thoughts were all jumbled up, and she felt like slapping herself as soon as she said so, for it sounded like she would give him consent if they moved to a more secluded space.
• Mo Han lowered his gaze to stare at the panicky Mu Qiao while his breathing turned heavier, all the while his dark, passionate gaze travelled downward from her face. “You’re not allowed to be physically intimate with him when I’m not around!” He sounded as if he was barking out an order.