Mo Yuan raised his right hand and pinched Han Luo's nose. "Ouch!" She started to feel more pain in her nose, which was already sore. The girl glared at him and thought to herself, 'What is wrong with him?'
Seeing her glare, the corner of Mo Yuan's lips lifted. He smiled discreetly and asked in a low voice, "Ah Luo, does it still hurt?"
'Yes, it hurts, so don't touch me!' Han Luo's eyes were scolding him, but she whined, "Big brother Yuan, why are you bullying me? Do you hate me that much? If you do, tell me and I won't come to your house again and scare you."
Mo Yuan's deep black eyes intensely looked at her in the eye. Her eyes wanted to rebel, but her words were as sweet as honey; he found her duality very interesting.
