Mo Nanjue reached out to touch her face, "Yes."
"..."
It's enough to make a person furious.
Tong Ran turned her head away. This venting made her feel much better inside, her dark eyes glanced around the distance, making sure not to look at him.
The man boldly leaned his handsome face closer.
She turned her head even further away, "What are you doing?"
"Are you angry?"
"No," she mimicked his tone, "am I such a petty person?"
"Yes."
"You are too."
"If you are, then I am too."
Not only is he the king of jealousy, but he's also a master in the art of roguery. Tong Ran remained unmoved. "I'm a woman, are you?"
"Are you a woman?"
"Aren't I?"
"Yes," Mo Nanjue suddenly softened his tone, he reached out and turned her face to look at him, "if you say you are, then you are."
"Stop trying to cozy up to me," she grasped his wrist, "I'm still mad."
