"So, how do you want to thank me for my cooperation?"
A warm breath sprayed onto my ear, itchy and alleviating the piercing cold.
Mo Shangjun paused as she massaged her wrist, slightly lifting her eyelids, and with a quick sweep of her eyes in the dim light, she could faintly make out the contour of Ya Tianxing's face, the sharp and distinct features as clear as if etched in a painting.
After a brief pause, Mo Shangjun curled her lips upward, tone ominous, "Offering myself in return?"
"Very well," Ya Tianxing nodded unhurriedly.
Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows, the murderous look in her eyes flaring up as she swept her elbow towards his chest.
Either already prepared or just quick to react, Ya Tianxing turned to the side, avoiding her strike and ending up right behind her. He stretched out his arm and circled it around her waist, pulling tightly and drawing her into his embrace.
