Kiana glanced sideways, then shifted to the other side. Mo Yi followed her, inching closer in her direction and fully demonstrating what it meant to take a mile when given an inch. Before long, he had forced Kiana to one end of the sofa.
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Kiana looked at the snacks on the table. It would be such a waste to head back to her room after opening them without finishing them, so she chose to remain on the sofa and continue her struggle against Mo Yi.
Under normal circumstances, Mo Yi could have loudly said: I made the food you're eating, I made the sofa you're sitting on, and even the place you're staying in belongs to me, Mo! What do you think I want to do? What can I do? Is there anything I can't do if I want to?!
But Kiana had been the hero tonight. To protect him, she had risked being chopped into tomato paste by Theresa's massive axe. Though the whole thing had been a misunderstanding from the start, Mo Yi was a man with a conscience. Regardless of the outcome, Kiana had truly been a great friend tonight.
If something similar happened later, such as when they fought Herrscher Mei, he would not have to worry about Kiana turning around and selling him out. He could safely entrust his back to her.
So, he should indulge her a little tonight.
"I just wanted to see whether your injuries had completely healed."
Hearing that, Kiana froze for a moment. The anger and frustration in her heart gradually faded away.
She had called Mo Yi a pervert. On the surface, it seemed to be because he had washed Theresa's hair despite Theresa being a girl, but in truth, it was