"What's this? Got yourself all cleaned up just for me?"
As she said this, Mo Shangjun tilted her head slightly, her gaze filled with amusement as she openly looked Ya Tianxing up and down. Her eyes showed no trace of embarrassment or hesitation—bold and confident.
Ya Tianxing's lips twitched.
Then, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her inside.
With his other hand, he casually shut the door.
Mo Shangjun was dressed casually, wearing just a short-sleeved shirt. As she tilted into Ya Tianxing's embrace, it inevitably led to some skin-to-skin contact.
Ya Tianxing's eyes darkened.
She didn't even try to avoid it—her intentions were crystal clear.
"Can't you blush even a little? Show some reaction?"
Ya Tianxing raised the hand that had closed the door and hooked a finger under Mo Shangjun's chin, leaning slightly closer as he locked eyes with her clear, jet-black pupils.
Mo Shangjun smiled at him and countered, "Is that necessary?"
