Mo Ang flicked her forehead. "What do you think?"
An Ning didn't even have a hint of a smile, warning him very seriously. "I'm telling you, this time you won't be able to shake me off!"
"..." Mo Ang looked at her.
An Ning grabbed his collar and continued. "You slept with me, so don't think you can just shake me off like that. Now I want to sleep with you; you have to let me."
"You're that desperate? I don't even want you anymore, and you're still forcing me to go to bed with you." Mo Ang taunted her derisively, clearly trying to insult her and make her leave.
An Ning wasn't falling for it. "Yes, I'm very desperate. And your skills in bed were so good that I can't forget them. Uh-huh, you want to shake me off and climb up in the world, right? That's fine, but make me comfortable now, and maybe I'll let you go..."
Mo Ang's mouth twitched visibly. His gaze became more terrifying. "Say that again."
