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The cell phone had no lock screen password, so Bai Youwei immediately saw the video in the folder when she turned it on.
She clicked to watch it. In the shaky video, she saw her own figure appearing weak like a frightened quail, pitifully screaming, “Don’t come over! Don’t come over…”
Shen MO didn’t understand why this was worth re-watching.
The video continued to play, and she kept on watching.
Shen MO didn’t watch, he observed Bai Youwei’s reaction.
After a while, a voice from Teacher Cheng can be heard from the phone… Shortly after, Tan Xiao appeared, and then, they started fighting.
In the chaos, the cell phone had been tossed aside, continuing to film. The footage was all over the place, but the audio was clearly captured.
Huige said, “Just a cripple, not even a woman…”
At this moment, Bai Youwei’s face turned utterly gloomy!
The knuckles of her hand clutching the phone turned white, her eyes fixed on the phone screen even though Huige’s face wasn’t shown in the video.
Shen MO frowned, snatched the phone, deleted the video in a couple of taps, and threw the phone aside.
“Get some rest, we’re leaving first thing in the morning,” he said.
Bai Youwei muttered something with her head bowed.
Bai Youwei looked up, her small face unveiling a cold smile: “I said, it isn’t satisfying.’
Shen Mo’s brow furrowed deeper.
Bai Youwei: “His death was too easy, it didn’t appease me at all.”
Shen MO got up to leave. Their relationship had just started to improve, and he didn’t want to start a quarrel with her over words.
“Shen MO,” Bai Youwei stopped him, “Can you stay tonight? I’m scared to be alone.”
He understood her implication and was absolutely sure he hadn’t misinterpreted her.
Because that was how crazy she was, willing to risk everything for a grudge.
Shen MO inhaled deeply without making a sound, casually glanced at Bai Youwei, and said calmly, “Get some sleep early. You don’t need to take other people’s words to heart.”
After saying this, he turned and opened the door.
Bai Youwei spoke again: “Shen MO, help me up.”
Shen MO stopped in his tracks, waited a second, then reluctantly returned to help her sit up, supporting her back.
Bai Youwei leaned on her hands as if she was out of strength, and gently leaned against Shen Mo’s chest.
Bai Youwei lay motionless in his arms, her body enveloped by his chest and arm, a mix of sweat, smoke, and crisp rain scent, not pleasant, but she didn’t dislike it.
She stretched her arms around his waist. His taut muscles were hard yet warm.
Shen MO tried to pull away, but she held on tighter.
“Bai Youwei,” Shen MO inhaled, “Don’t misbehave.”
“Do you find me disgusting too?” She lifted her head up from his chest, her face calm, “Right now I’m not happy, if you stay tonight, I’ll feel better.”
Shen MO observed her silently, she neither retreated nor compromised. Her eyes were clear but determined, ready to let go of all restraint, unashamed to prove something.
Shen MO gently put his hand over hers, grasping her fingers.
Bai Youwei began to tear up in front of him.
He remained indifferent, sternly prying her fingers off one by one…
When he got to the last two fingers, Bai Youwei suddenly pulled her hand back and released him.
She sat in the shadows with her head bowed, and coldly spat out a word from her throat:
Shen MO turned and left without hesitation.
It was difficult for him to walk away, but his movements were decisive, with no signs of hesitation.