Mo Nanjue tightened his grip, "What's that?"
"Don't pinch my face, it hurts!" Tong Ran slapped his hand away, "If you keep pinching, it'll just get bigger, don't you know?"
The man smirked, his hand sliding down from her neck, "How about here?"
"Yes!"
"That's just what I want."
Tong Ran pushed against his shoulder, "Can't you just listen to me properly?"
"What could you possibly say?" Mo Nanjue crossed his hands behind his head and leaned back, "Are you going to ask me to send you back to China?"
"They do want to go back, but it's not possible for now... My dad's injuries haven't healed yet," Tong Ran bit her lip, then sighed, "Actually, I talked with them during lunch today..."
"I know," Mo Nanjue's eyelids slightly lowered, "And you got a fever because of it, right?"
Tong Ran's eyes widened, "You knew? Chen An told you?"
