She ultimately didn't want to bite too hard, only applied a bit of force.
Mo Qian simply felt a tingling numbness on the back of his hand, the bite from her oddly comforting.
She moved her lips away, leaving five distinct teeth marks on his fair hand, yet Mo Qian remained unfazed: "Bite, keep going."
His voice carried a trace of ambiguous intimacy beneath its deep tone.
Ji Wei: "..."
That's it. Clearly, she meant to resist him—how did it suddenly turn into flirting?
Faced with such a Mo Qian, Ji Wei was utterly at a loss.
Just as she admitted defeat, Mo Qian suddenly released her hand: "Alright, I've teased you enough. It's getting dark; we need to head down the mountain quickly."
...
Inside the cable car, Ji Wei deliberately kept her distance from Mo Qian out of spite for his earlier teasing.
He sat on one side, and Ji Wei adamantly chose the seat opposite.
Mo Qian looked at the proud, stubborn little woman across from him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
