"You're the dunce!" Mo Ran tried to pull away from him, but he held her tightly around the waist, immobilizing her.
"Let me go!" she struggled.
"Stop it," Gu Yixuan held her with both hands, cradling her like a child, making most of her body rest on his, "Are you mad at me?"
Mo Ran averted her gaze, ignoring him.
"Are you really mad?" His face pressed against hers as he asked softly, the tail of his voice elongating, imbued with a sticky sweetness.
Mo Ran's heart fluttered violently, unaccustomed to the intimacy between them.
In terms of emotions, other than Tang Song, she had always been a blank slate, unsure of how to interact with another. Gu Yixuan's intimate manner of speaking indeed made her uncomfortable, and maybe even more than she could handle...
Unable to handle such sweet nothings, just a simple gesture, a simple word, could conquer her heart and make her blush and her heart race.
