He raised his right hand to his forehead, waves of weakness surging up. Mo Nanjue squinted, only feeling dizzy and seeing stars.
Could it be that even this little bit of strength is gone?
Tong Ran calmed her breathing, reached out to pull the blanket over herself, "Don't do that anymore, you're always tormenting me."
Mo Nanjue did not speak, and Tong Ran, bored lying there and not wanting to get up to shower, added, "Didn't you say you could hold it in?"
The man still said nothing.
Tong Ran leaned over, reached out to push his shoulder, "Mo Nanjue?"
Mo Nanjue's arm swayed and slid down from his forehead, falling in front of her.
"You're still pretending to be dead!" Tong Ran flipped over and straddled him, grabbed his collar, and moved her face closer, "Mo Nanjue, today I..."
She stopped speaking abruptly.
Fresh blood trickled down the man's prominent nose, adding an extra touch of wicked beauty as it stained his thin lips.
