The door was kicked open, and Miss Hua—magnificently dressed and breathtakingly beautiful—strode in with her head held high.
Mo Hua was stunned. "What are you doing?"
Miss Hua snorted coldly. "Who told you not to open the door?"
Mo Hua was speechless. "It's the dead of night. You barged into a boy's room by force—do you have any sense of propriety or decency at all?"
Miss Hua stared at Mo Hua's face, confirmed it, and nodded.
"That's right, it's you. Back then, when you disguised yourself as a servant and brought me tea and poured my water..."
Mo Hua hurriedly said, "Shh..."
Seeing Mo Hua grow guilty, Miss Hua became somewhat smug.
Mo Hua said helplessly, "Go on, then. What do you want with me?"
Just as Miss Hua was about to speak, Mo Hua shook his head again. "Don't forget, everything you do and say right now is being watched and heard by the True Persons."
Knocking on doors in the middle of the night, kicking open someone's room door—others might not know, and might not dare to know, but it definitely could not be hidden from the perceptions of the two True Persons.
Miss Hua froze. After thinking it over, she found that reasonable and said, "Come with me."
Mo Hua shook his head. "No."
Miss Hua's pretty brows rose. "Don't force me to get rough with you."
Mo Hua sighed again. "Fine. Where are we going?"
Miss Hua crooked a pale finger at Mo Hua. "Follow me."
Looking like that, she was exactly like a gorgeous female ghost luring away souls in the dead of night.
Mo Hua had no choice but to follow her.
They did not go far before Miss Hua brought Mo Hua to another private room. She shut the door, sealed the windows,