"Where did you get those four eyes from?"
Wen Ran glared at Mo Xiuchen. It seemed like he had borrowed her two eyes as well.
Mo Xiuchen smiled ambiguously but didn't answer. After a while, he nonchalantly said, "Ranran, your eyes belong to me."
"How did my eyes become yours?" Wen Ran laughed out of frustration. This man was not only domineering and rogue-like but also irrational.
"You are all mine, let alone your eyes," Mo Xiuchen said as a matter of course. The traffic light ahead turned red, and he stopped the car, turning to look at the woman beside him with a smile.
Wen Ran speechlessly looked towards the car roof. "So, by your logic, does that mean you are being a rogue if all four eyes see you?"
"Yes, that's right, because you are tempting me," he said.
Mo Xiuchen reached out to tousle Wen Ran's hair, his low laughter spilling from his thin lips, lingering in the confined space of the car.
**
That afternoon, Wen Ran stayed at the company to accompany Mo Xiuchen.
