"I'm not capable?" Upon hearing this, Mo Nanjue's face darkened, and he forcefully gripped her chin, "Tong Ran, you actually said I'm not capable?!"
"..."
Male pride had been severely violated.
Tong Ran turned her head away with a smile, but before that smile could spread, it was replaced by grief. She looked up at the bright ceiling light; at least at this moment, he was still Mo Nanjue, and she was still Tong Ran.
At least for this moment, there was nothing else in this washroom, only the two of them.
Mo Nanjue watched as her brilliant smile extinguished instantly. A flicker ignited in the man's eyes, and his hands gently rubbed her shoulders, causing a shiver.
Tong Ran felt a flutter in her heart, reaching out with slender arms to wrap around his neck. As their cheeks touched, Mo Nanjue felt the warm liquid sliding down his chin.
His large hand moved down, pressing against her lower back.
