Mo Nanjue, clad in an all-black deerskin jacket, exuded a carefree and unbridled charm, his brows arching slightly. "What, worried about me?"
"No," Tong Ran retorted stubbornly, even though in her heart she knew that things would never be that simple for this man outside, or else he wouldn't be where he was today. She bit her lower lip, "Then, when will you be back?"
"When do you want me to be back?" Mo Nanjue said, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile as he reached out to stroke the top of her hair. The matter of Han Qingqing had always been a knot between them, and now that the fish had taken the bait...
The man narrowed his eyes.
Tong Ran noticed his hesitation and moved to lean beside him. "Does this matter, have something to do with me?"
Mo Nanjue lightly touched the corner of his mouth with his tongue. "It's not good for a woman to be too clever."
