Mo Ang flicked her forehead. "What do you think?"
An Ning, not showing a hint of a smile, warned him very seriously. "I'm telling you, this time you won't shake me off!"
"..." Mo Ang looked at her.
An Ning grabbed his collar and continued, "You slept with me, don't think you can just walk away like that."
"You're acting like this? I don't even want you anymore, and you're still pushing me." Mo Ang mocked her with cold sarcasm, aiming to humiliate her and drive her away.
An Ning was not falling for his tricks. "Yes, you want to shake me off and climb the social ladder, right? That's fine too, but take care of me now, maybe I'll let you go..."
Mo Ang's mouth twitched visibly, his gaze becoming even more frightening as he stared at her. "Say that again."
From his eyes, An Ning saw intense desire. She slowly curled into a smile, knowing her words had certainly stirred up his inner turmoil.
