Zhou Mochen's gaze was heavy, but he said nothing. Seeing this, Xu Su thought he wasn't interested. Annoyed, she started to pull her hand back, but he held it firmly in place.
"What's wrong?" His Adam's apple bobbed. He pulled her into a tight embrace, refusing to let go, his voice husky. "Giving up already?"
"I thought you were going to keep playing aloof."
Xu Su blinked, a smile spreading across her face. Her hand slid inside his clothes with practiced ease. Tilting her head up, she kissed his chin. "Let's make this quick. We need to finish this battle before we get home."
Zhou Mochen raised an eyebrow. The hand on her waist tightened abruptly, and he flipped their positions. He grinned. "If you want this to be quick, then, Susu, you're the one who's going to get worn out."
