Her wrist throbbed with pain, and An Ruo almost cried out from the agony.
She stepped back, and several doctors rushed to surround Tang Yuchen, quickly blocking her view.
It was late by the time An Ruo left the hospital and returned home.
As the elevator doors opened, she stepped out and was startled to see Mo Hua leaning against the wall next to her apartment door; by the look of him, he had been standing there for a long time.
Upon seeing her, he straightened up and said with a light smile, "You’re finally back."
"When did you get here? Why didn’t you call me first?" An Ruo asked him, puzzled as she approached.
The man chuckled, "I did call you, but no one answered."
She hastily checked her phone and saw three missed calls, all from him. She had been at the hospital taking care of Tang Yuchen, so she hadn’t heard her phone.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t hear it ring," An Ruo apologized to him.
Mo Hua shook his head, unconcerned, "It’s fine, I didn’t wait too long anyway."
An Ruo took out her keys to open the door and found that Xiao Ji wasn’t home, no wonder he had been waiting outside.
After pouring him a glass of water, she asked, "Have you eaten yet? If not, I can make you something."
Mo Hua took a sip of water and nodded, "I’ve eaten. Have you?"
"Hmm, I have too." She sat down beside him, and for a moment the atmosphere turned silent; they both didn’t know what to say.
She was worried he would ask about Xiao Ji, and he didn’t know how to ask her about her and Tang Yuchen.
However, Mo Hua was the one to break the silence first.
"What did you do today?" he asked her.
"Nothing much. Sorry I couldn’t have dinner with you today, you don’t mind, do you?" An Ruo said apologetically.
Mo Hua looked at her, his gaze deep and probing.
She always said sorry to him, no matter what it was, she would apologize. They were a couple, and there was simply no need for such politeness between lovers.
Her politeness only served to increase the distance between them. He felt that their relationship now wasn’t as close as when they were just friends.
Mo Hua felt an inexplicable irritability, and impatiently said, "An Ruo, being , makes me feel miserable!"
An Ruo was taken aback, she had misunderstood him.
She thought he was blaming her for not fulfilling her duties as a girlfriend.
"Enough, I don’t want to hear those three words anymore!" The man gripped her shoulders, exasperatedly saying, "We are lovers, why do you always have to be so formal with me?! You, , make me feel like you’re just fulfilling a duty, not genuinely treating me as your boyfriend!"
"An Ruo, do you like me? I know you don’t love me, but do you at least like me a little? Just a little would be enough." He looked at her intently, with anticipation in his eyes.
An Ruo felt a pang in her heart; her behavior had been such a failure.
"I..." Before she could speak another word, he fiercely sealed her lips with his. Surprised, she widened her eyes, staring into the depths of his dark eyes.
He didn’t want to hear her answer; he feared hearing something he didn’t want to hear, so he could only kiss her.
An Ruo’s instinct was to struggle, but she quickly abandoned the thought.
With no resistance from her, Mo Hua’s kiss became more reckless and unbridled.
He pinned down her body, kissing her deeply, with all his might.
This kiss was something he had thought about for so long that he couldn’t control himself, wanting more and more...