Her pitch-black eyes rolled, "Hmm... anything!"
Her slender index finger pointed at the man's chin, "But no horror stories like last night!"
The man burst into laughter, grabbing her small hand, "Scared?"
"Of course I'm scared, talking about serial killings as if everyone is a psycho like you, fearless of both Heaven and Earth."
Mo Chen leaned against the bed, quickly searching his mind for an amusing story.
She looked at the man's handsome face, asking, "Thought of one yet?"
If she didn't divert her attention with a story, she might get bewitched again by this man's good looks.
Even though she could see Mo Chen's face every day.
But watching his face from such a close distance still made her heart flutter uncontrollably, truly a face that she couldn't get enough of, rightfully acclaimed as the most handsome among the wealthy heirs.
A faint smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.
