Han Luo's words were polite and sincere. She sounded like the most angelic person in the world. Yet, in her mind, she was saying, 'Serves you right. No one told you to not contact me for six years. You even had the audacity to tell me that you forgot about me. You should be thanking me for letting you be with me after all that.'
Mo Yuan was standing in front of her. He saw that her limpid eyes didn't look as innocent as her face. Her eyes were laughing. 'Having fun, are we?' He narrowed his eyes. He sat down beside her on the bed and then put his arms on both sides of her, trapping her.
Han Luo backed away a little and blinked. 'What's with this situation?' She knew Mo Yuan's temper and always tried to stay in a safe line whenever she was with him. However, after coming to London, she opened up more to him because he acted friendlier than before. Now, she was nervous thinking she crossed the line.
