"Not in the mood."
Mo Shangjun slapped his hand away.
Ya Tianxing pushed her training cap aside and suddenly said, "I apologize."
"Hmm?"
Mo Shangjun looked at him in surprise.
Then, Ya Tianxing added, "It affected your mood."
"Ya Ye," Mo Shangjun called him, asking seriously, "Honestly, if I didn't call, would you be in a good mood?"
Ya Tianxing curled his lips, "No."
He was ready to face everything with her, but she told him—you're not worth the risk for me.
Saying he's in a good mood now would truly make him a fool.
But he couldn't argue with Mo Shangjun at such a checkpoint.
In other words, Mo Shangjun makes him angry often enough, and he couldn't argue over everything with her.
Mo Shangjun then stretched out her finger, poked him on the cheek, and then slightly curled her lips, saying, "Then we're both alike."
Grabbing her finger in his hand, Ya Tianxing asked again, "So, what to eat?"
After thinking for a moment, Mo Shangjun replied, "Hot pot."
