"When did you become so long-winded?" Mo Nanjue shot him a cold glance.
Chen An could only spread his hands, "I didn't say anything."
Mo Nanjue withdrew his gaze, feeling utterly exhausted. He pressed his long fingers to his brow, and Chen An reached out to pat his shoulder, "Nanjue, don't wear yourself out, it's not worth it. Can you not live without a woman?"
Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes. Living was possible, but it depended on whether there was any heart in that life. He didn't say much more, brushed past Chen An's shoulder, and walked inside, "Don't worry."
Inside the room, a humidifier was turned on. Mo Nanjue gently closed the door behind him as he stepped in. His footsteps were light, but when he reached the bedside, the person in the bed opened her eyes.
The man furrowed his brow, "Did I wake you?"
"No..." Tong Ran opened her mouth, only then realizing her throat was horribly dry, akin to a tearing pain. She swallowed a few times but still couldn't make a sound.
