His Kiss Was Hotter Than Just Now

Ji Nuan put one hand on the door, raised the other to grab his sleeve, and turned to look into his cold eyes. "Tell me, Mo Jingshen."

His face remained indifferent. He looked deadpan at her and didn't answer her.

"Tell me." Ji Nuan slowly steadied herself in front of the door, holding the door plank with her hands. "Say more cruel and ruthless words and let me completely give up!"

"What else can you do?" Mo Jingshen looked at her eyes, which had turned red. His eyes darkened, and he gave a chilly smile. "What kind of night do you want to make when both of us are a bit drunk? Or do you think you're attractive enough for me to be fooled by you again?"

With that, he lifted her chin with his long, slender fingers, not forcing her to make way.