Tong Ran dawdled her way over, and the man reached out his big hand and pulled her into his arms, Mo Nanjue resting his chin in the hollow of her neck, rubbing lightly.
Tong Ran lowered her gaze. After thinking for a long time, she still opened her mouth. "Then… can you find Luo Xiao?"
Mo Nanjue slipped one hand under her top, his eyes still closed. "No. We've turned all of Las Vegas upside down. Either he left, or someone took him."
"Who would take him?"
"How would I know?" Mo Nanjue let out a soft laugh. He leaned in and lightly bit her neck. "Flame Hall has so many enemies. Maybe someone grabbed him."
Tong Ran didn't speak. Mo Nanjue reached out and caught her chin. "What is it?"
"Nothing." Tong Ran shook her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I don't want to go back to China."
"Then go somewhere else. France, Germany, Italy—pick one."
"I just want to stay here."
Mo Nanjue pried her hands off. "What are you staying here for?"
