Before Mo Shangjun could turn around, a blanket was thrown over her, and she was pulled into Ya Tianxing's embrace.
Ya Tianxing buried his head on her shoulder.
"Your dad is really my nemesis."
Ya Tianxing said in a low voice, sounding quite frustrated.
Hearing this, Mo Shangjun couldn't help but think of the last time she talked to Mo Cang. For some reason, she felt like laughing and actually did.
Her laugh was pleasant, light, and sounded very joyful.
"You heartless little thing, you're still laughing."
Ya Tianxing pinched her waist unhappily.
Mo Shangjun stopped laughing, grabbed his hand, turned around to face him.
The smile at the corner of her eyes hadn't faded. In the instant she turned around, the faint weak light from outside the window flickered in her eyes, exceptionally dazzling.
It made people pause.
Mo Shangjun leaned close to Ya Tianxing, blinked, got close to him, and whispered ambiguously, "Need help?"
