The gaze passed over the man's shoulder and landed aimlessly on the night scene outside the glass behind him, the tongue somewhat tied, "...Mu Jin Huan."
Mu Jin Huan switched targets, biting her on the chin. This time with much more force, the two rows of teeth marks were very obvious on the fair skin.
He pulled back a little, his deep eyes looking into her confused ones, continuing to ask, "What are you going to call me?"
Nan Wan remained still, staring blankly at him, "Mu...Huan."
Another bite.
"What are you going to call me?"
Nan Wan has quite a temper, but usually keeps it bottled up. Even when she's angry, she just stops talking to the other person. No one understands this better than Shen Zhimei.
Most of the time, however, she's rather indifferent, smiling and talking, but there's a perceptible air of detachment.
But now, even though she was beginning to feel annoyed, she couldn't muster any temper.
