Mo Yuan pulled her closer and asked her in a deep voice, "How do I look in your eyes?"
The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. Han Luo's heart raced. To hide her nervousness, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tip toed. After planting a sweet kiss on his lips, she answered, "You look like my man in my eyes."
"Your man…" A trace of a smile hung on his lips. "Are you saying that you are giving yourself to me?"
"When did I say that?" Han Luo playfully asked. "I said you are mine. I didn't say I'm yours."
Mo Yuan chuckled. "That again. Didn't I tell you that since I'm yours, it means you are mine as well?"
Han Luo sang, "I don't play by the rules."
Mo Yuan looked at her cute, mischievous face and whispered, "So, you want me to be out of the rule as well? Does that mean I can do whatever I want?" He didn't wait for her answer. He put his arms around her back and thigh and swept her off the floor.
