"Let's go home." He shot up, pulling Xu Su up with him, his face grim.
The oppressive aura emanating from him made it clear he didn't want her to spend another second looking at those boys in the prime of their youth...
"..." Xu Su hadn't expected him to blow up over one little comment...
Exasperated, she followed Zhou Mochen to the car. She found the tense expression he wore while driving strangely amusing.
"I wasn't thinking anything inappropriate, and I wasn't trying to make you angry." Xu Su, who had been inwardly amused for some time, finally decided to speak to him properly.
"Look, I casually compliment someone once and you get like this. But other women saw you half-naked, so am I wrong to be angry?"
Her anger gave way to a wave of frustration. As she was talking, she suddenly lifted their clasped hands and bit down on Zhou Mochen's right wrist.
