The air was heavy with something that was spreading, and some things weren't as simple as just saying you didn't want them. Tong Ran knew that standing high up was actually even colder. The man's words, unexpectedly, made the tip of her nose sting with acidity.
She clenched the pistol in her hand, feeling uneasy inside, "When I went out, I promised Nannan I would go back and give it a bath."
The man was focused on looking outside, "I didn't say you can't bathe."
"..."
Could he focus on the main point?!
Tong Ran bit her lower lip and suddenly stretched out her arm to hug his waist, "Then you have to come back with me, I can't bathe it by myself."
Her words were obviously laden with coy intention, and Mo Nanjue felt a warmth in his heart. Her deep concern came through, how could he not understand, "All right."
"When can we go back?" Tong Ran wrapped her arms tightly, resting her cheek in the crook of his neck, "Anyway, you have to accompany me back for the bath."
