Because of these few texts, she felt her lifespan had been shortened.
When speaking between close friends, there is never any restraint. In text messages, they would obviously be even more daring!
This was basically like stabbing a knife in Mo Jingshen's eyes, ah!
Afterward, she noticed that in Mo Jingshen's gaze, it really seemed like there was a knife flying toward her. The coldness was overflowing, like the winter rain, the autumn frost and the snow on the tip of the mountain.
"Cough." Ji Nuan ran a hand through her hair somewhat guiltily. She regained her composure and explained, "This, the way us girls talk in private is always without restraint…"
Mo Jingshen stared at her; her phone still in his hand. His narrowed gaze cut her from head to toe. "Your way of not restraining is to study a man's nose?"
Ji Nuan: "…"
Although it was not what she had been thinking of, her gaze still subconsciously moved to Mo Jingshen's nose.
