"Hmm?"
A soft word floated gently to her ears, the voice was sexy and husky, the tone ambiguous and low, as the night crept slowly by, it tickled the heart irresistibly.
Mo Shangjun's lips twitched slightly.
Dammit.
That voice... was absolutely lethal.
A moment later, Mo Shangjun calmly met Ya Tianxing's bewitching gaze, pausing after each word, "Here for yesterday's training plan."
It meant pretty much the same thing.
Actually, it was her mischievousness acting up, waking up Ya Tianxing and, incidentally, asking about yesterday's training.
But according to him, it was pretty much the same thing as fetching the training plan.
Ya Tianxing paused for a moment, glanced at Mo Shangjun with all her disappointing might, his finger slid from her earlobe to her chin, and then, gently hooking her chin, his tone became increasingly teasing, "This late, do you think I'd believe that?"
Mo Shangjun's eyebrows fluttered.
