"So what?"
Su Mo actually opened one eye at this point, propping his head up with one hand as he leisurely watched Wei Ziyi.
"You bastard!!"
Wei Ziyi immediately glared:
"I knew you weren't asleep."
"You sneaking around to my door like that, anyone who didn't know better would think you were plotting to murder me. So terrifying, who could sleep?"
"But if I'd known earlier you were here to offer yourself, I wouldn't have rushed to pretend to be asleep."
Su Mo stretched out his hand and hooked Wei Ziyi's chin, lightly scratching with two fingers.
For a moment Wei Ziyi didn't know whether to feel pleased or uncomfortable.
Su Mo's fingers were clearly scratching at her chin, yet somehow the itch landed right on the tip of her heart.
She couldn't help retorting:
"What do you mean, 'offer myself'… you—you Old Demon, can't you talk properly?
"You say it like that and I… I've got no face left to show."
Su Mo had only wanted to tease her a little.
