Mo Xun was slightly agitated. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him.
By the time Tang ZhiLuo realized what was happening, she was already seated on his lap. Tang ZhiLuo froze and looked at him, "Didn't I tell you not to make any intense movements?"
With such a forceful action, his wound might reopen.
"Don't leave. Let's make things clear." Mo Xun held her waist firmly, his pale pupils staring directly into her eyes, "What exactly do you mean? Are you really going to treat me like a stranger from now on?"
Tang ZhiLuo sat on his lap without struggling.
After a while, she spoke softly, "Mo Xun, let me go. I really feel... a bit tired."
Mo Xun's pupils contracted slightly. His expression remained emotionless as he looked at her, "What exactly are you dissatisfied with? Did my father say something to you last night?"
"Because of Pei Shuya." She met his gaze and said gently, "As long as she stands between us, we can't continue."