The air seemed to freeze.
Inside the room, the only sound was the resonant and precise voice of the military news anchor on TV. Other than that, silence.
The two people sitting on the sofa were looking at each other, wide eyes locking with a smaller pair, neither of them retracting their gaze for a long time.
An invisible sense of danger and hostility gradually spread, even causing the anchor's voice to diminish unconsciously.
Finally, Ya Tianxing spoke in a cold and menacing tone, "Mo Shangjun—"
"How about the nickname I gave you?"
Mo Shangjun promptly interrupted Ya Tianxing, tossing him an 'innocent' and 'expectant' question with a sincerely earnest expression.
Ya Tianxing: "..."
Seizing the moment of Ya Tianxing's silence, Mo Shangjun tried to snatch her phone back.
But Ya Tianxing dodged first, causing Mo Shangjun to grab at nothing.
"Come here."
Unexpectedly, Ya Tianxing didn't explode but pointed at the empty spot beside him.
"Not a good idea, right?"
