"Why?" Tong Ran widened her eyes; is he resorting to this tactic because he can't out-argue her?
"You're my woman, why ask so many reasons when kissing me?"
"You tell me to kiss and I just kiss? Wouldn't I lose face?"
"If you want face, I don't mind stripping it off clean now."
Tong Ran burst out laughing at his words, "Like peeling an orange?"
Upon hearing the word "orange," Mo Nanjue's expression turned grim, and he coldly said, "Tong Ran, you'd better not push me."
"..."
"Are you sure you can handle the consequences?"
"..."
Probably not.
Tong Ran rolled her eyes and reluctantly propped herself up halfway to lean over and place a gentle kiss on his delicate cheek.
Pouting, she sat back down, "Are you satisfied now?"
Mo Nanjue's handsome face darkened, "I told you to kiss me, and you kiss my cheek?"
"Isn't that what you meant by 'kiss'?"
"Of course, it meant the lips," Mo Nanjue coldly looked at her, "When people say 'eat,' have you seen anyone eat with their cheeks?"
