"I can cut it open."
Tong Ran picked up the other corner of the blanket and tied up his right hand, "You can't cut it open, you'd have to get up to get scissors, right?"
"I can tear it open."
"Like how you tore my clothes?"
Mo Nanjue nodded, and Tong Ran nestled into his chest, "Don't leave, okay?"
"Didn't you hear what I said that night?"
"Didn't hear it clearly," Tong Ran closed her eyes, "Even if you insult me, saying I'm worthless, I won't hear it."
"I was telling the truth."
"No matter the truth, I still love you."
Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes at her words, lowered his head, and kissed the corner of her mouth. What was meant to be a gentle kiss, Tong Ran moved up to meet his lips, her tongue tip pushing in to seek his.
Mo Nanjue's eyes dimmed, he reached out to hug her waist, deepening the kiss.
