Chapter 1039: 1039

Rong Mo’s words had Shang Mo murmuring coldly by instinct, “You’re the one who messed with her first . ”

He had already warned her about getting close to Zhu Yuyu earlier on to avoid giving the latter hope . However, Rong Mo said that she would handle it well – look what happened now .

Hmph! I’ve already told you long ago! Delaying it is not handling it!

His tone was cold and a little fierce, stumping Rong Mo for a moment . “I’m sorry, I don’t remember that . ”

“Don’t think that everything can be solved with that excuse . I’ve already told you not to flirt around all the time!” That helpless expression on Rong Mo’s face had Shang Mo lost for words for a moment .

So, he didn’t fancy men, but women? Or does he fancy both?

Shang Mo’s gaze landed on those plump lips of Rong Mo’s and he suddenly had an urge to want to suck on them .

Rong Mo sulked .

Flirt?

Even though there were stuff she could not recall, she was certain that she definitely would not have been flirting around .

Meeting with Shang Mo’s gaze, she felt that his eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s . The way he looked at people had a repressing aura such that no one would dare to look him back straight in the eye, bearing a sense of danger .

That feeling had her swallowing the words she had wanted to say initially . Calming herself, she said with restrain, “Thank you for earlier . ”

It was only right for her to thank him after he had helped her . Besides, she had intended to leave right after this polite pleasantry, ending their conversation there and then .

It was still for the best not to step on the foot of the legendary cruel, violent, scary and merciless Mr Shang .

However, Shang Mo asked her instead, “How are you going to thank me?”

His gaze swept by her face coolly as he walked towards her sternly, looking both warm yet aggressive .

His steady footsteps seemed as though they were treading right upon her heart as Rong Mo felt her heart following the pace of his footsteps, almost popping out of her mouth .

She looked at him squarely, wondering if she had misheard him – she had merely wanted to express her thanks, not do anything about it!

Shang Mo’s gaze was fixated on her face as he raised his brow and asked in displeasure, “Weren’t you the one who said that you wanted to give thanks?”

Rong Mo felt as though she was about to be sucked in by his gaze as she peeled her eyes away and chuckled . “How do you want me to thank you then?”

Shang Mo pondered for a moment . “Massage my back . ”

Rong Mo almost choked as her face stiffened . “Huh?”

Looking at how reluctant she was, Shang Mo narrowed his gaze yet maintaining a casual expression .

He walked before her and curled his lips, asking, “Why, you’re nervous?”

With that, he leaned in .

They were so close that Rong Mo’s nose was filled with his scent . It was steaming and feral, bringing with it a primal aggression that belonged to beasts – this was the dominance of a man .

She felt her head go light and her legs limp .

Looking at his gaze, she did not even dare to breathe loudly as she asked weakly, “Am I?”

Shang Mo’s gaze was dark, like a predator eyeing its prey from the darks . “Then what was that expression on your face? Is it so weird for two men to massage one another’s backs?”

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