Fang Mo'er momentarily froze. She could clearly see a hint of jealousy in his eyes. She pursed her lips, feeling a little stunned. For the moment, she did not know how to react.
When Shi Mo noticed that Fang Mo'er had been so focused on the young male artistes, his heart had felt extremely uncomfortable.
Now, as he lifted her chin, he finally saw that Fang Mo'er only had eyes for him. Only then did he feel a little better.
However, that was not enough. The fire in his heart was still burning.
"Shi Mo?!" Shi Mo had pressed Fang Mo'er up against the door and both their bodies were very close to each other.
She could clearly feel the scorching hot air that he was breathing out.
She could even feel the other party's heartbeat quickening.
"Do you like watching other people dance that much? Hmm?" Shi Mo's tone was cold, but his hands were stroking her chin.
