"You... bastard!"
Yun Ran gritted her teeth and grabbed the small, exquisite silver mirror from under the pillow, throwing it at him.
The man caught the whistling little mirror with a low laugh, opened it and looked at himself, then said seriously, "Seems like I'm even more handsome now!"
Yun Ran: "…"
[This shameless, unprincipled scoundrel!]
Yun Ran inadvertently glanced at her own hand, her expression pausing slightly, and the murderous intent in her eyes intensified.
On her snow-white wrist were scattered traces resembling petals of peach blossoms, even her fair fingers bore several bite marks left by teeth.
Yun Ran: "…"
"Nan, Gong, Mo!"
"Hmm? Here I am, my dear."
Nangong Mo had somehow already arrived at her bedside, lightly raising an eyebrow as he looked at her with a teasing smile. His handsome face was elegantly charming, making one itch to slap it.
"Beast! Go to hell!"
