Xiao Mo looked at Nan Xun, who was confused. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him.
His other hand lifted her chin, wanting to kiss her.
But Nan Xun dodged instinctively.
He did not kiss her.
Xiao Mo did not force her and let go of her, a mocking smile on his lips.
That time he wanted to kiss her, she pushed him away.
At that time, he did not think too much about it, thinking that she still needed time to adapt.
But now he understood.
It was not that she was not used to it, but she was not a suitable person.
Seeing Xiao Mo's self-deprecating expression, Nan Xun frowned.
There was a dead silence in the car.
In the end, Xiao Mo broke the silence. "Did you fall for Tang Mo?"
Nan Xun widened her eyes and looked at Xiao Mo in disbelief. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm not talking nonsense. You didn't notice it yourself."