Nangong Mo looked pleased, watching the little woman grinding her teeth, as if she would pounce and bite the next moment. With a teasing smile and a charming, alluring tone, he said, "I'm in a good mood today. How about you sing a little song for me, and I'll spare you?"
Yun Ran: "..."
[Sing a song? Is this retaliation?]
[No, he's flirting with you.]
[... Get lost!]
"Sir, didn't you meet the heartbreaker you can't forget today? You must be quite down. How about I show you how to twist a dog's head off barehanded?"
"Isn't that a bit much?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"You're a girl."
Yun Ran: "???"
What's that got to do with being male or female? Who said only men can twist a dog's head off?
As she was puzzled, Nangong Mo sighed softly, "I really can't bring myself to do it."
Yun Ran: "..."
[So this bastard was indirectly calling her a dog?!]
[And even wants to twist her head off?!]
[Birdy, attack! Bite him to death!]
[No, you should do it yourself. I'm rooting for you! I'll take a nap first, so if you unfortunately die in battle, I can help with your funeral.]
Yun Ran rolled her eyes in frustration, glaring coolly at Nangong Mo's handsome face, "Sir, just say it straight. You're not planning to let go easily, are you?"
"Hmm?"
The man lazily arched his brow, smiling ambiguously, hard to read.
"Fine! Don't blame me for being rude then!"
With that, Yun Ran bent down and bit the hand he was holding her belt with.
Nangong Mo's body stiffened, surprise flashing through his deep, dark eyes. He looked down at the girl's stunning, fair face, his gaze landing on her soft and rosy lips, all his senses gathering toward the hand she was holding.
The girl's hand was soft and warm, her teeth sharp, yet he felt no pain. Instead, a tingling sensation spread from the back of his hand, stirring a strange ripple in his heart.
"Are you a dog?"
After a while, the man spoke, his deep voice slightly hoarse.
Yun Ran released her grip, looking at the red teeth marks on the man's slender, good-looking hand with satisfaction, "If you don't let go, the next place I'll bite is..."
Yun Ran extended a finger, pointing at the man's beautifully contoured neck, her tone chilling, "Here."
Nangong Mo's eyes darkened slightly, squinting, "You can try."
Yun Ran: "..."
Did she just see disdain in his expression?
Is he questioning her courage?
"Try it, I will."
Yun Ran gritted her teeth, extending her hand and head towards Nangong Mo's neck...
As the girl approached, a faint, elegant fragrance lingered in the air, changing from subtle to intense. Nangong Mo's breath quickened, his body uncontrollably tensing.
His tightly pressed thin lips betrayed the slight turmoil within him, belying his calm and collected facade.
Her face drew closer and closer, and he could even feel the unusual sensation of her light breath brushing against the skin of his neck...
Just then, Feng Xuan burst in, reporting, "Sir, the thousand taels of gold are back—"
Seeing the suggestive scene before him, Feng Xuan's voice abruptly stopped. His expression looked momentarily split by lightning, then he turned his head, glancing around, muttering, "Huh? There's nobody here? Sir, where are you?"