C266 He Stole Her Room!

As soon as his hand touched her ankle, Mo Ya felt a chill run from her toes to the top of her head, making her hair stand on end. Nothing had ever terrified her more than this moment. She looked down at the man, eyes closed, repeatedly calling her name. Was his affection for "Mo Ya" genuine, or was it something else? Despite the manipulation and scheming, he drunkenly kept calling her name