Mo Ting stopped talking and focused his gaze in front of him. Meanwhile, Tangning's gaze was focused on the black mole on Mo Ting's earlobe. It was like he was born with an earring, giving him a slightly evil and dangerous aura.
"The way you're looking at me...are you inviting me to kiss you? hug you? or..."
Tangning held in her nervousness. She reached out her hand and grabbed onto Mo Ting's arm trying to avoid his passionate gaze. "Before we go to our new home, could you accompany me somewhere first?"
"After we go, can we finish off what we didn't finish last night? huh?"
Mo Ting was questioning her casually, but Tangning couldn't hide her nervousness because deep down she knew she may not be able to gather the same amount of courage she had the previous night. Mo Ting did not pressure her, nor did he continue to speak. He just allowed her to continue holding onto his arm as he let out a sneaky smile.
