He'd taken Mo Nanjue's place as the illegitimate son for seventeen years, and even now everyone still looked at him with those "illegitimate" eyes—was that still not enough?!
Mo Beiyan's gaze darkened, those demonically beautiful eyes flashing with bloodlust. He turned around and yanked Tong Ran up from the edge of the bed. "Try calling that one more time?!"
Tong Ran frowned; this position made her lower abdomen really uncomfortable. She flailed her hands. "I know I was wrong…"
Mo Beiyan dragged her up close, leaning in until his eyes locked with hers. "Take a good look. I'm not Mo Nanjue."
"I know, I know all of that…" Tong Ran nodded hard. "Mo Nanjue, I know you're mad…"
Mo Beiyan: "…"
He felt like he was out of his damn mind. What was the point of talking to a woman burning up with a fever?!
