"Are you satisfied?"
"..."
Ruan Yan looked at him with a slightly complicated expression. Seeing his sincere face, she couldn't help feeling a bit guilty and touched her nose.
However, guilty as she may feel, principles must not be abandoned.
"Brother Ruan."
Mo Shangjun raised her hand, her palm resting on Ruan Yan's shoulder.
Ruan Yan immediately shifted his gaze, focusing on Mo Shangjun's hand and strongly restraining his dislike for such a hand.
Considering she might agree... he'd endure it for now.
Noticing his gaze, Mo Shangjun smirked and then asked, "Do you think I qualify to be your friend?"
"...Yes."
After thinking it over carefully, Ruan Yan nodded.
"Then," Mo Shangjun paused, then asked, "are we friends now?"
"...Yes."
Ruan Yan continued nodding.
They seemed quite compatible at any rate, so it barely counts.
