"I didn't say anything."
"Then why did you cough?!"
"I just have an uncomfortable throat."
"Come here and I'll lick you until you feel better."
"Mo Nanjue!" Tong Ran couldn't help but cry out, "Can't you be mindful of others around us?"
"Just now, when there was someone around, didn't you say it was you who kicked me out of bed?"
"Would I have kicked you if you hadn't forced yourself on me?!"
"Tong Ran, I dare you to say that again!"
Chen An: "..."
They always manage to talk so obliviously of their surroundings...
It was the first time he had seen Nanjue argue with someone like a petulant child, and moreover, with a woman.
"Alright, alright," Chen An stood up, "You continue, I'm going to sleep."
The bedroom door closed.
The air suddenly turned tense, and Tong Ran involuntarily clenched her fists; she had angered him again...
For some reason, now, whenever she was close to him, she felt an inexplicable repulsion.
