"Ha ha." Duan Yue returned the glare as he grabbed Mo Lian's wrist tightly.
Upon seeing Mo Lian's body keeling toward him, Duan Yue teasingly cried out, "Hey, don't you collapse." Even so, he still propped up the latter's slender body and rolled his eyes as he remarked, "I'm telling you, I'm not interested in men."
"Thank you, I am not the least bit interested in you at all either." Mo Lian rolled his eyes right back at him.
"Haha." Duan Yue laughed gleefully. "Okay, okay, then let me tell you this. You had best not trigger me! My mind is embroiled in an intense mental battle right now! It is very possible that I will take advantage of this dark and windy
Mo Lian cast him a gruff glance. "Noisy."
"What did you say?" Duan Yue frowned. "Watch your attitude, punk."
