"Are you crazy?" Tong Ran grabbed his hand. "We'll be fine in no time."
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Mo Nanjue wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his handsome face in the crook of her waist. Tong Ran bit her lower lip, knowing full well that being fine was almost a fantasy under such circumstances. The man's large hand patted her waist lightly, "Throw me down, and they'll let you go."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Tong Ran raised her fist but couldn't bring herself to smash it down. She pushed him away and crouched down, bracing her hands on the man's legs, "Mo Nanjue, are you going to forget about tonight by tomorrow?"
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't it always like this when the poison strikes?" Last time, he had no memory of that night...
