"Stop teasing me, how did the interview go? Was it smooth?" Tang Yan asked softly, settling himself on the sofa and pulling Jin Mo into his arms, the two then snuggled together.
"Not smooth. The interviewer disliked that I didn't have a degree," Jin Mo said softly, thinking for a bit before deciding to tell him about her encounter with Zhao Zhiyi.
"Zhao Zhiyi wanted to keep me, but I didn't agree. He's neither kin nor kith to me, there's no need for him to go out of his way to help me."
"You did the right thing." Tang Yan stroked her head with his hand, warm and gentle as if he were petting a little dog. However, Jin Mo enjoyed the feeling of lying in his embrace.
She was entirely wrapped in his broad chest, his powerful arms crossed behind her back, giving her a sense of security. The comfort was so all-encompassing that it made her slowly close her eyes.
