Shang Mo? Home?
Rong Mo croaked out immediately, "M-Mr Shang!"
His gaze shifted from her onto the stalemate on the chessboard. Taking two steps forward, he stood beside Rong Mo and bent over midway, pulling a chess piece onto the middle of the board.
Just like that, the stalemate was solved.
"You need to think that long for something this simple?" His lovely, deep voice rang out as he tilted his head slightly. But just like that, his lips touched Rong Mo's cheeks.
Touching might not be the best expression. Rather, they brushed by.
Her delicate skin was soft and smooth. The moment it made contact, her entire body froze up as though an electric current had just cruised through her nerves, numbing her.
Rong Mo was startled, feeling as though half her cheek was burning hot as well as her ears.