"What a joke, don't use the words 'have feelings' with me, it will never apply."
"Add a word, lustful feelings?"
"..."
Mo Beiyan casually tossed the lighter onto the table, crossing his hands behind his head, "I haven't swallowed the breath she gave me."
Mo Nanjue's thin lips held a smile, indifferent, "You'll regret it once you do."
Mo Beiyan shot him a glance, "Couldn't I just dump her then? You think I'm like you?"
"That's not necessarily true."
As the two were speaking, Tong Ran came over holding a slice of toasted bread, "What are you talking about?"
Mo Beiyan reached out to take a piece, "Just that Jue was saying earlier that he used to—"
"Eat yours!" Mo Nanjue flipped a newspaper onto his face, Mo Beiyan laughed and caught it, shrugging, "Nothing important, whatever he's up to has nothing to do with you."
Tong Ran: "..."
Mo Nanjue coldly stood up, heading upstairs, "Tomorrow I'm inviting Lu Yuwei over, he might live across from your room."
