"You..." Qu Tan'er was taken aback.
Suddenly looking back, she found herself face-to-face with Mo Liancheng's angry, handsome visage.
In the rain, such a divinely handsome man, even in a state of anger, was particularly demonic and charming. What to do? The moment she saw him, she actually forgot her current predicament, her heart pounding uncontrollably, her mind momentarily short-circuiting to a blank state.
Truly too bewitching, too pleasing to the eye...
"Does kneeling feel comfortable?" Mo Liancheng asked with a stern face.
"I didn't say that," Qu Tan'er came to her senses, lips tightly sealed, silent but with a quick flash in her eyes that betrayed her mood.
"Get up."
"I won't..." Qu Tan'er suddenly turned her gaze towards the house. She was waiting, waiting for the person inside to roll out.
Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow, quickly reining in his anger, "Need help getting up?"
Qu Tan'er remained silent, not responding.