"The mountains are crumbling."
"..."
Is that supposed to be a compliment?
Mo Nanjue suddenly leaned over and bit her on the edge of her lips, his tongue lightly grazing the corner as if savoring, "This porridge tastes good."
Tong Ran covered the corner of her mouth, "You're shameless!"
"Alright, I won't be."
Mo Nanjue took the opportunity to bury his handsome face in her chest.
"You..." Tong Ran was tickled by him, she pushed him away with both hands, laughing, "Mo, Mo Nanjue, you, you get away!"
The man stood up and left.
"You—" Tong Ran was annoyed and quickly reached out to grab his hand, "Are you really leaving?"
Mo Nanjue looked back, an enchanting expression on his handsome face, he squinted slightly, "I finally figured it out, when women say they don't want it, they do want it, every word is the opposite."
"..."
He really got her right.
Tong Ran turned her head away, "Then go ahead."
