"You set me up."
Mo Nanjue stared at her flushed little face, which looked even more alluring under the lights. Feeling unbearably hot, he quickly turned his eyes away, "Untie me, don't play with fire again."
Tong Ran instantly thought of the watermelon incident at a hotel in Thailand.
She bit her lower lip and quickly checked to see if his ropes were loosened, "It's okay, tied tight enough."
"..."
"Let's eat cake, I'll feed you." Tong Ran got off him and started cutting with a knife and fork.
"Are you sure this is for celebrating my birthday?" Mo Nanjue glanced down, "You've tied me up, I can't eat."
Tong Ran ignored him and continued cutting.
The man began to coax, "Be good, untie me first, I can feed you."
Tong Ran wasn't fooled, she cut the cake and brought it over, "How about it, smells good, right?"
Mo Nanjue looked closely and saw that the plate didn't contain cream and cake.
