"Hmm?"
"Are all the fragments after getting drunk real?"
Mo Tingshen caressed her lips, slowly moving from the left corner to the right, not even leaving out her lip bead. His fingertips had a thin callus, making Chu Yao feel a bit ticklish.
She opened her mouth and bit.
"Hiss—"
Mo Tingshen squinted deeply, pressing down on the tip of her tongue with his finger, and said angrily, "Hide well, you'd better keep pretending for a lifetime."
Chu Yao felt her jaw hurting.
She released her mouth, pulled down the pillow to rest her face.
Mo Tingshen withdrew his hand and continued to massage her leg.
He had massaged her many times, occasionally earning a perfunctory thank you, followed by a "brother," which would soften his temper completely. But most of the time she accepted it willingly, stubbornly never asking him to stop, not caring if his hands got sore.
The lights were dimmed, Chu Yao started snoring, and Mo Tingshen noticed she had fallen asleep.
