What do you mean?
Nangong Mo pressed his finger against his brow, shook his head helplessly, looking quite sorrowful, "Alas! It seems in your heart, I am worse than a beast! Ah, heartache."
Yet as soon as he said this, his tone changed, assuming the demeanor of a rogue, lifting Yun Ran's chin with one hand, smiling like a charming devil ready to wreak havoc on the world, "I originally thought just holding you as I fall asleep would be enough, being a gentleman with beauty in my arms, and remain composed."
"But looking at it now... I feel like I should do something."
"???"
Hearing him say this, Yun Ran suddenly realized that she had misunderstood, feeling both embarrassed and flustered, her cheeks flushed like crimson lipstick.
His teasing voice timely chimed in beside her ear, "Your face like a blossoming peach, eyes like spring waters, seeing Aran so bashful, seems you are already prepared."
Prepared?
