Mo Jue's crisp yet aggrieved voice sent a jolt through Li Yan's heart. He couldn't quite place the feeling, but it was definitely weird.
Then—
Li Yan grabbed the collar of her jacket, forcibly pulled her away from his embrace, and gently smacked the back of her head, "Stand properly for me."
Having not seen his sidekick for a while, Li Yan wondered how she had become so clingy.
He had no idea who she learned that from, daring to hug him like that.
Two grown men, hugging and cuddling, how improper!
Mo Jue, yanked away by him, wasn't angry. Instead, she took two steps forward with a grin, tugged on Li Yan's trench coat, and looked up at him with a bright smile, "Boss, did you miss me?"
Li Yan cleared his throat and looked down at the petite Mo Jue, who was pulling at the hem of his coat with one hand and nervously clenching a small fist with the other. In particular, those black, almond-shaped eyes shone brightly, reflecting his own image clearly.
