Mo Junhua's heart thumped violently; this benefit was just too damn good. But daring to go out on a date with a man, and thinking a kiss on the face would suffice to send him off—at the very least, a kiss should be on the lips.
Pah!
Mo Junhua fiercely despised himself. Was that the point? No, it wasn't the point at all. The point was that the girl was planning to go out with another man right in front of him. Did she consider him dead?
Instantly, anger surged upward, and he ground his teeth, enunciating each word that popped out of his mouth, "Mo, Lan, Tian." His voice was dark and hoarse, as grating as the screech of iron across glass.
Angry, he even called her by her full name.
"Yo, you're awake. Tsk, tsk, such a pity." Lan Tian walked back, shaking her head in dismay at the still-unopened eyes of Mo Junhua. Who knew if she regretted the failed date or regretted Mo Junhua waking up.
