But she is no longer the person she used to be. No matter how much trouble she caused in the past, she could always say she was Mo Nanjue's alone.
But now she can't say it anymore.
Turns out, the person who is most troubled by this is herself.
She stood up and headed towards the bathroom. She had barely taken two steps when a large hand clasped her waist. With a bit of force, the man pulled her back completely, "Trying to run?"
Tong Ran stumbled and fell onto his lap. As she reached out to push him away, she accidentally touched his hand, which felt like she was burned and made her retract her hand, "You—"
Her ears flushed red.
"You've had your fun, and now you want to leave?"
Her face instantly burned, "You... didn't you also enjoy it?"
Mo Nanjue hugged her tightly with one arm. His alluring peach blossom eyes squinted, tempting her gaze to follow his, "I didn't even get inside, how could I enjoy it?"
"..."
