"Just one for a cigarette?" Someone just had to hold a grudge. "Tomorrow I'll have Chen An bring you some supplements in that department, build you up a bit."
"Save it, keep them for you and your Master Ran."
Mo Beiyan laughed and swore at him, then had just lifted his leg to get in the car when Mo Nanjue suddenly reached out and pressed down on the car door.
Mo Beiyan arched a brow and looked up. "What, you've decided to come with me after all?"
"Get lost." Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, reached over and gripped his shoulder hard. Mo Beiyan's eyelid twitched. "So you just want to cop a feel…"
"Thanks."
He suddenly popped out those two words.
Mo Beiyan froze in mild surprise. Before he'd recovered, Mo Nanjue had already withdrawn his hand and straightened up. "You can go now."
"..."
Who the hell thanks people like that?
