No matter what, Mo Cang's phone call successfully killed the mood between the two of them.
After peeling a pear for Mo Shangjun, slicing it into neat pieces, and placing them on a plate, Ya Tianxing went to take a shower.
Mo Shangjun put her phone aside to charge and sat on the sofa, clacking away at her keyboard.
However, this time her typing speed was much slower than before.
She was, just slightly, a bit distracted.
While eating the neatly sliced pear pieces cut by someone with an obsessive-compulsive tendency, she occasionally glanced toward the direction of the bathroom.
By the time she snapped out of it, she'd only managed to draft three lines of the project.
Ah, beauty is truly a distraction.
Mo Shangjun held her forehead and forced herself to refocus on the training plan at hand.
But by the time Ya Tianxing came out, she still hadn't finished organizing it.
"Mo Shangjun."
