"Since this is what you said, then I'll go back there later. But there's no more cars on the roads outside, so I'll go back tomorrow," Xia Qingyi teased him on purpose.
"How dare you! Have you forgotten about what I said to you last night?" Mo Han's voice got louder.
"I've forgotten about it," Xia Qingyi echoed after his words, shrugged her shoulders and acted as though it did not matter much as she turned around to take the hairdryer to dry her hair.
Except that she did not realize Mo Han was slowly inching towards her. She went to put the plug in the socket and was about to switch on the hairdryer when Mo Han grasped her arm from behind and made her put down the hairdryer.
Xia Qingyi turned her head to look at him. Mo Han was taller than her by a head, and he was standing right behind her, his head looking down at her, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile. She kept blinking her eyes and moved her head back. "What are you doing?"
