Mo Beiyan had pinpointed her weakness. He buried his face into her neck, "Mo Nanjue can't see or hear anything right now. He's probably holding some woman he's enjoying; how would he have the time to care about you?"
Su Qingtian's hands trembled almost to the point of dislocation, her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't push him away, but who would tell her, what should she do?
Second Young Master...
In the fitting room, Mo Nanjue indeed was holding something, but it wasn't a woman; it was a chubby little tiger.
The light was not turned on inside, only an orange sensor light cast a somewhat astringent glow. Nannan lifted its little head and saw the man's handsome face immersed in an incredibly gloomy darkness, Mo Nanjue lowered his head slightly, with his thin bangs covering the emotions seeping from the corner of his eyes.
It was an indescribable feeling.
