"Hmm..." Tang ZhiLuo mumbled sleepily in response.
Mo Xun was taken aback and tapped her head, "You don't like me?"
"I don't like..." she replied softly.
Mo Xun suddenly let out a bitter smile.
After sitting for a while, he lay down beside her, turned his back to her, and covered himself with the blanket, feeling troubled.
The small woman behind him suddenly clung over, her head resting on his back, her hand wrapping around his waist, and her long leg draping over his leg.
Mo Xun frowned, "Tang ZhiLuo?"
She just said she hated him, and now she was hugging him. What did she mean?
Did she realize she spoke too harshly and wanted to make it up to him?
Mo Xun turned his head, her breathing was heavy, indicating she was sound asleep.
Turns out he had been indulging in wishful thinking.
Mo Xun's gaze dimmed slightly as he looked at her face again. Her lips pouted slightly, pink and tender, very soft and inviting.