Whenever there's any sign of Mo Tingshen being messed up, it absolutely has something to do with Chu Yao.
He went out wearing those playful handcuffs, how would others see her!
"You've got guts!"
Chu Yao gritted her teeth, reached into her collar, and hooked a key with her pinky. She walked a few steps and directly sat on the table, one foot resting on his leg.
Mo Tingshen extended his hand.
Chu Yao inserted the key.
"Click."
It didn't turn.
"It's not the right one?"
Mo Tingshen looked up abruptly.
Chu Yao tried again; it was the right model of key, but it just wouldn't turn once inserted.
"Did you grab the wrong key?"
"Don't rush, same model, maybe it's universal. Let me try again, it might work."
She tried with more force, and with a "snap," the key broke inside the lock.
Completely blocked.
This mishap!
"Chu Yao!"
"I, I, I... didn't do it on purpose!"
