"Let go of me, humble Daoist."
Ling Ningzhi said coldly, trying to break free.
But how could Chen Mo release her? He held her slender waist tightly, remaining unmoved despite her struggles.
After tussling for a while, Ling Ningzhi realized she couldn't escape, resigning herself to lying in Chen Mo's embrace, but still turned her head away, silently protesting.
"Zhi'er, listen to my explanation..."
"I won't listen."
"Actually..."
"I said I don't want to hear it."
"..."
Chen Mo sighed helplessly.
Ling Ningzhi had always appeared cold on the outside but warm inside. Since they established their relationship, she had always been understanding and gentle before him. This was the first time she had been so angry, showing just how aggrieved she truly was inside.
Seeing that she wouldn't listen to anything, Chen Mo couldn't do anything but quietly hold her.
It was already dusk, the sky slightly dim, and the clouds at the horizon dyed the room with a golden edge.
