Kim Jong-yeon bit her lip and spoke with difficulty.
His tensed will was like a person who was tied by a thread and had walked to the edge of the abyss.
With just a gentle push from one hand.
The thread of reason would break, and she would fall into darkness.
Lin Mo's eyes were filled with satisfaction when he saw Jin Zhengyan's reaction.
It seemed that the private lessons last time were not ineffective.
Even if this woman didn't want to admit it, she couldn't resist her body's instinct.
Some things were like springs. The more you suppressed it, the stronger the rebound.
After all, according to the rules of the game, the stronger the ability, the deeper the relationship.
And no woman could reject his feelings.
If he trained carefully, it wouldn't take long for him to completely take his shape and never leave him again.
The wife was interesting, but obviously, the editor wouldn't pass the review.
How could a pure warrior like him touch such a brow?
"Call the police? For what? For taking the initiative to help you solve your personal problems?”
Lin Mo massaged it casually.
Based on his understanding of Kim Jong-yeon, this woman would never call the police.
After all, as long as they called the police, the matter would blow up.
What she was most afraid of was that this matter would blow up.
"No, it's not like that."
Looking at the stubborn Kim Jong-yeon, Lin Mo slowly took out his phone and played a video.
"Madam, you look very beautiful when you're working.”
Lin Mo's tone was like a demon's whisper echoing in his ears.
"When is this…"
Jin Zhengyan's eyes widened as she stared at the video in Lin Mo's hands in disbelief.
This bastard, when did he take this?
Why didn't she notice?
"When? Of course, I took it in front of you openly.”
"You were so serious back then that you probably didn't even realize it yourself.”
The psychological pressure of destroying her dignity made Kim Jong-yeon's entire will gradually collapse, even if she did not want to admit it.
But the truth was right in front of him.
No matter how much she tried to explain that it was not her fault, Lin Mo had forced her to do it.
However, she did not look forced in the video at all. Otherwise, she would not have missed such an open and aboveboard filming.
"Last time, it was too rushed. Madam, you didn't have a good experience.”
"Of course, if you think the police will believe you and not me, you can try.”
"However, you probably don't want such a thing to be seen by a child who treats his mother as the most respected person, right?”
Just one sentence had instantly hit Kim Jong-yeon's soft spot.
She didn't care about anything, even if her reputation swept the streets.
At most, they could just move to another city and continue living.
However, her son was her biggest taboo.
She would never allow anything that would damage her position in her son's heart.
He did not have much will to resist, but it was instantly destroyed.
"Don't, don't do it here!"
"Go!"
"The bedroom!"
Half of Kim Jong-yeon's leg was lifted up by Lin Mo, and her pajamas naturally rolled up, revealing her curvy figure.
It curled up on Lin Mo's broad chest like a koala bear.
Her face was slightly red, her eyes were tightly shut, and her long eyelashes were trembling because of nervousness.
As if she couldn't withstand Lin Mo's fiery gaze, she begged in an embarrassed voice.
After all, Zai Zhi was about to be dismissed from school.
Ding! The selection prompt was activated!
[Option 1: Ignoring or humiliating (there is a certain chance of generating disgust)]
Option 2: Bring him back to his room and take good care of him. (There is a certain chance to develop a growing friend or a private relationship.)
[Option 3: Let it go (Must hate the host)]
Lin Mo looked at the three notifications floating above the woman's head.
What was the difference between such a simple multiple-choice question and 1 1?
Was there a need to choose?
After removing the wrong answers, the correct answers remained.
The seemingly reserved Kim Jong-yeon was no different from any other woman after she tore off the last piece of loincloth.
Instinct or nature?
Lin Mo shook his head. He did not know.
However, it should be the latter.
She rested her head on her hands and looked up at the ceiling light. Under the sunlight, the light box glowed with a dazzling light.
Sacred and beautiful!
Compared to the rising sun, he preferred the sunset scenery.
Because the sunset could wait for the sun.
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