"Then why are you staring at me?"
"Because you look good."
"..."
Tong Ran suddenly became serious. She reached out with both hands to cup his face. "Mo Nanjue, something's off with you."
The man chuckled, "Are you saying I need to pin you down to be 'normal'?"
"Definitely not!" Tong Ran retorted, her eyes fixed on his handsome face, refusing to look away. "I think you're unhappy."
"Nonsense," Mo Nanjue reached out to pat her head, "How could I be unhappy with you here?"
"See, something's off, right?" Tong Ran raised her delicate eyebrows and analyzed, "Normally, you'd say things like: 'because seeing you makes me uncomfortable'... How could you be so gentle?"
Mo Nanjue leaned closer with his handsome face, "Do you think I'm gentle?"
Tong Ran was stunned, his breath brushing across her face, tickling. "Gen...gentle."
