Tong Ran pouted unhappily, "Mo Nanjue, I feel like Chen An likes you."
"..."
Mo Nanjue's face darkened, he looked up, "Untie me first."
She leaned closer, "Do you think Chen An likes you?"
"Tong Ran!"
"Then do you like him?"
"I think you're really looking for trouble."
Tong Ran wouldn't give up, "So do you like me or Chen An more?"
Mo Nanjue kept a straight face, "Are you getting jealous of a man?"
"You know I get jealous!" Tong Ran's eyes were full of grievance, "And yet you say Chen An treats you like family? Why do I feel he treats you like a lover?" She thought about it and felt displeased, her possessiveness inexplicably stirred, "Every time he looks at you... it's clearly affectionate."
"Then how do you look at me?"
"With longing eyes."
"Tong Ran, do you even have any shame?"
"I always use Dabao SOD honey, so my skin is thick."
"..."
