Looking at her serious little face, the man's thin lips curved slightly, and his left hand naturally landed on her waist. With a roll, he pinned her beneath him.
"Don't you know where I usually hurt?"
"Mo Nanjue!" Tong Ran knew she had been played by him again and resisted against his pressing chest, "Can't you be serious for once during moments like this?"
He didn't know he had slept through the entire night?!
He didn't know how painful it was when the poison flared?!
"What, do you feel sorry for me?"
"..." Tong Ran glared at him with wide eyes, "Your body is your own!"
"Sometimes, my body is also inside yours," Mo Nanjue whispered as he pecked at the corner of her mouth, gentle peck after gentle peck, "last night, was it you who went in and helped me out?"
His tone was so light, as if he was merely asking in passing.
