Hearing this, Ji Nuan immediately released his fingers and slapped his hand aside with force.
The man chuckled lightly as he pinched her rose-colored cheeks. His lips were curved into a smile: "You also like to hit others when you're embarrassed. When did you learn to be so violent? Is it because Feng Ling accompanied you for a year in England? Did she teach you this?"
"How is this related to Feng Ling? She only taught me some things related to self-defense."
Mo Jingshen kissed his delicate chin, smiling. "When she's in front of Nanheng, she's usually completely under his control. To think that she still had the ability to run off to England to teach you self-defense; you must have done a lot to protect her in that one year."
Ji Nuan: "β¦"
