When Ruan Fu woke up, Mo Ran was sitting beside her, toying with the Bone Flute in his hands. Seeing her stir, he shifted his gaze toward her.
His pink eyes were filled with the satisfaction of a sated appetite, his usual aloofness completely gone. The Bone Flute gleamed as it twirled between his slender, well-defined fingers.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked playfully. "Didn't you say you didn't want this?"
Ruan Fu felt so sore she thought she might fall apart, but she still reached out and snatched the Bone Flute away. "Once you gave it to me, it became mine. It's none of your business whether I want it or not."
"So contrary," Mo Ran said slowly, lowering his head to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
In such a tender, sweet moment, Ruan Fu abruptly grabbed his wrist. "Are you just going to let Jiuyuan off the hook like this? If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have..."
