Tong Ran didn't know if she was answering his question, as from her slightly parted pink lips, only these three words came out, "Mo Nanjue..."
"Xiao Ran, I'm not Mo Nanjue," Luo Xiao furrowed his brows, his tone somewhat urgent, mixed with a hint of jealousy, "Xiao Ran, listen carefully and see clearly, I'm not Mo Nanjue!"
"Ah—" Tong Ran shuddered all over, almost instinctively curling up, with her hands protectively wrapping around her shoulders, "No, I don't want this—help—"
"Xiao Ran?" Luo Xiao was taken aback and realized he had frightened her. He quickly softened his actions, trying to pat her back, "Xiao Ran, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
"No, get away, get away—"
But Tong Ran couldn't hear him, frantically kicking her legs, feeling none of the familiar surroundings, "Don't touch me—"
"Xiao Ran, don't get agitated."
Luo Xiao had no choice but to press his right leg onto her legs, not applying too much force. He held her tight, "I'll sing a song for you, okay?"
