Even though the words were far from pleasant, the man reacted as if he had heard a sweet nothing; a trace of emotion surfaced on his handsome face. Leaning in, he asked, "Do you love me?"
He was somewhat agitated, his movements a bit excessive, making Tong Ran very uncomfortable as he pressed down on her. She turned her small face away, "Don't..."
Mo Nanjue paused, still gripping her wrist. His strength was overpowering, as though he was venting something, "It hurts..."
The bathroom was steamy and hot, filled with mist. He pulled her hand to rest on his shoulder. Even though her eyes were closed, he wanted to make sure she could see clearly, his palm touching her eyes, "Tong Ran."
"Mmm..."
"I am Mo Nanjue," his voice was husky, "not Luo Xiao."
