"Let go of me!"
"Seems like I've really spoiled you, now slapping me is just a casual affair, isn't it?" Mo Nanjue looked down at her condescendingly, "Have you ever hit Luo Xiao?"
Tong Ran laughed aloud at that, her shoulders shaking slightly, "Are you trying to say I couldn't bring myself to hit him?"
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, "If you say so, I don't mind."
Tong Ran turned her gaze away, shook off his hand, and walked back to sit down beside the chair.
Mo Nanjue's palm was on his forehead, the continuous heat blurred his vision nearly completely, the man lacked the strength to say anything more as he sat down opposite her.
The atmosphere turned silent instantly, the entire corridor was left only with dim overhead lights and the sound of breathing, eerily chilling.
The two had their heads bowed down, neither raised their eyes to look at the other.
