Tong Ran's chest rose and fell, her little face pale, taking forced breaths as if she would die if she couldn't get enough air.
Mo Nanjue was still impeccably dressed. The man elegantly fastened his cufflinks, returning to his usual aloof demeanor. The tear in his eyes had long since hardened as he took two steps forward and crouched beside Tong Ran.
She looked up at him, "Are you satisfied now?"
"It's alright, passable," Mo Nanjue's handsome face wore a thin smile. He tilted his chin upwards, took Tong Ran's hand but didn't pull her up. Instead, he tidied her clothes, "An entire afternoon with two men, it should be you who feels satisfied, not me. If I could satisfy you, why would you need to go to Luo Xiao?"
"..."
Tong Ran bit her lower lip, wanting to move and push his hand away, but she truly had no strength left, "Mo Nanjue, you still don't trust me in the end."
