"Thank you?" Mo Jingshen's voice was low and heavy, his gaze fixed on her. "Who are you speaking to?"
Ji Nuan was quiet for a moment before she took a sip from the bottle. She then answered naturally and honestly, "To you."
Just as Ji Nuan was about to turn around to head out of the kitchen, he hauled her back. The little woman carefully tried to keep the water from spilling as he pushed her forward and kept her locked against the wall across the refrigerator.
Realizing that the man was angered by her words, Ji Nuan finally believed that he was not always as he appeared; capable of indifferently controlling her emotions, her anger, and her happiness. He could not always maintain his composure.
So, he was actually a mortal, with his own joy and anger.
She raised her unperturbed eyes to him. "What are you doing? Nanheng and Feng Ling are right outside."
