Ji Nuan raised her hand to beat him again. This time, the man caught hold of her wrist. He lowered his eyes, pressing her down and watching her composedly.
"Looking at your attitude. Are you planning to spend all of your remaining energy beating me up?" The man's voice was light and mild. He did not have any of the frustration she had. It was as though he was only asking her what she wanted for lunch tomorrow.
Ji Nuan's lips were trembling from anger but she could not say anything. After a long day, all she managed to say were the same few words: "You're too frightening…"
Mo Jingshen lifted one corner of his lips: "I'll take that as a compliment?"
Ji Nuan turned her head away; she couldn't look at his provoking smile.
She never thought that everything she had come to own in the past three years; all of her struggles, changes, and growth had been within his control. She thought she had finally soared, but it turns out he was still guiding her.
