Mo Nanjue chuckled lightly, "The things a man says in bed, did you really take them seriously?" He leaned down, his thin lips close to her ear, "You've been tainted, that's an unchangeable fact. Whether I care or not, it always exists."
Tong Ran's heart tightened, her breathing accompanied by sharp pain, "But I believe, I believe every word you said..."
"That's perfect, then believe what I just said too," Mo Nanjue's thin lips curled into a small smile, one hand wrapping around her slender waist, "Don't cling to me anymore. Seeing you now makes me sick, truly, because I dislike Luo Xiao, so I dislike you too."
As he spoke, he withdrew his hand. Tong Ran grabbed him, her small face lifted. "Mo Nanjue, you don't need to provoke me like this, I know you're angry, but whatever you say is useless, I'm not leaving you..."
