Kapitel 682: Untitled

Mo Ye silently pondered for a moment before saying, "You really love to play mahjong, huh?"

"I really do! Once you've learned how to, the four of us can play together. It will be fun," Eleven said without the slightest embarrassment. "Since Mo Jue took a short time to learn it, it should be as easy for you to learn." Eleven smiled. "Get it?"

"Dear Eleven, when did you start to take all that Ye Wei said as gospel truth?"

"That's certainly a famous saying," Eleven said. "That aside, are you really so busy back there?"

"You miss me?" His teasing yet adoring voice came through the telephone. Eleven felt her face slightly flush. She hesitated while flipping the page.

"A little!" she softly said.

"Just a little?"

"Stop asking! Do you want to come over or not?" Eleven's voice became cold. She did not know that her coldness, to Mo Ye, sounded like a cover for her petulant streak.

His laughter became even deeper.