Tong Ran's hands, which were wrapped around his neck, stiffened and then quickly released. As she straightened up, due to her height, the back of her head hit the top of the car door with a loud 'thunk,' "Ah!"
Intense pain swept through her, she clutched the back of her head, her vision blurring. Then she was suddenly embraced around the waist by a large hand, "Let go of your hands, let me see!"
Tong Ran could only lean against his chest. Mo Nanjue felt for blood and, finding none, his heart eased. His index finger gently massaged the back of her head, "Have you become so stupid? Why are you even alive?!"
"..."
"Would I have hit my head if you hadn't pretended to be drunk?"
Mo Nanjue pursed his lips. In fact, he hadn't been pretending to be drunk. He had only sobered up when she wrapped her hands around him. Yet, he hadn't expected she would utter those words.
Promising him she wouldn't leave... Hah, how could he still want to believe such a woman?
