Han Muzi felt her cheeks burning. She lowered her gaze and bit her lower lip, looking a little annoyed. "Who knows what your temperament is like?"
Hearing that, Ye Moxuan's expression darkened a little as he stepped forward to grab Han Muzi’s chin. Han Muzi quickly retreated a few steps because she was surprised.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't you already know?" Ye Moxuan pursed his lips. "I'm helping you to remember."
"There's no need for that!" Han Muzi glared at him fiercely before pointing to the bottle of ice water on the table. "After you finish that, quickly get lost ."
Ye Moxuan glanced at the ice water on the table. After thinking about it, he sat down on the couch and unscrewed the bottle cap to pretend to take a few sips. In fact, he was not thirsty at all; he was hungry. After all, he hadn't eaten since he got off work.