Ya Tianxing was too annoyed by her to speak.
Mo Shangjun didn't realize this at all; instead, she became curious, raised a hand to wipe Ya Tianxing's face, and said, "Come to think of it, your skin is a bit rough."
"You like pretty boys?"
Ya Tianxing's face darkened, but unfortunately, Mo Shangjun couldn't see it.
"..."
Mo Shangjun began to contemplate if Ya Tianxing from two years ago counted as a pretty boy.
To Ya Tianxing, her silence equated to agreement, which left him feeling quite displeased.
Ya Tianxing immediately said irritably, "It's too late to regret now."
"Lord Yan!"
Snapping back to reality, Mo Shangjun suddenly called him, her voice filled with obvious joy.
"..."
Ya Tianxing didn't respond to her.
Mo Shangjun asked seriously, "All these years, has anyone ever said you look like a pretty boy?"
