"Come, let me tell you a story."
After thinking for a moment, Mo Shangjun waved toward Ya Tianxing.
The gesture was oddly reminiscent of a brothel madam inviting her guests.
Seeing her like this, Ya Tianxing felt an urge to teach her a lesson, but she was undeniably adorable, so he held back.
Mo Shangjun picked out two random topics to entertain Ya Tianxing.
They were trivial, insignificant little tales.
Ya Tianxing took ten minutes to finish writing the remaining parts of Mo Shangjun's training plan. Yet, he deliberately dragged it out for a few more minutes so Mo Shangjun could finish recounting her youthful feat of sneaking out under her teacher's nose to climb a wall and ditch class.
In the regiment, anyone who dared to share that kind of nonsense with him wouldn't survive past the next day.
However, when it came to Mo Shangjun, he found himself surprisingly patient and calm, even astonishing himself.
