"Hey, would it kill you to speak without a hint of jealousy?" Tong Ran reached out and pinched his waist, "We're just staying one night, we'll head back in the morning."
Mo Nanjue rested his chin on his hand at the back of the sofa, his handsome face serious, "Tell me, does your uncle approve of me?"
"..." Would he dare not to?
Tong Ran was too lazy to answer, extending her hand to pull him up, "Let's go upstairs, my room has a TV too. It's so awkward sitting here."
Mo Nanjue got up and embraced her, "Alright."
This place is not like the Imperial Dragon Mansion; not every room has a bathroom. Instead, there's one bathroom on the second floor and another on the third. Usually, it's just the two elderly folks at home, so the third-floor bathroom is sealed off, leaving only the second floor's available.
