"Mo Xiuchen, are you in a bad mood?"
Wen Ran, with her eyes closed, asked gently.
Mo Xiuchen gazed at her delicate and fair cheeks and raised his eyebrows with amusement, "Why do you ask?" He prided himself on not easily revealing his emotions, and had controlled them before coming in.
Where had Ranran noticed his bad mood?
Wen Ran chuckled softly, her features becoming more animated with her smile, especially with her eyes closed—it unintentionally added a seductive charm. Mo Xiuchen's eyes deepened, a surge of desire to lean down and kiss her overwhelming him.
Her soft and mellow voice was like a warm spring breeze brushing across the heart, possessing a calming magic, "Every time you're in a bad mood, you stop whatever you're doing. You either hold me, or give me a massage. Mo Xiuchen, is it that when you're feeling down, just seeing me and being with me can make you feel better?"
