Chapter 103: Chapter 103: You think you can just tell me to leave and I’ll go? Chapter 103: Chapter 103: You think you can just tell me to leave and I’ll go? Qiao Ruoxin lay on the man’s shoulder when she suddenly remembered something and pulled apart his white shirt collar.
She saw the mark she’d bitten into his shoulder in anger the night before.
Just one look made her frown.
Did she bite that hard?
“Does it hurt?”
Mo Chen sneered, “Could it be comfortable?”
“Then why didn’t you say anything last night…” she murmured softly, her fingertips gently touching the bite mark.
The man’s slender fingers pinched her tender cheek: “Does it hurt?”
“It hurts, it hurts, let go!”
Jerk!
Did he think her face was made of paper? Of course, it hurt!
Mo Chen’s lips curled into an indulgent smile, and he rubbed the spot for her: “So you know what pain is.”
She huffed, “Jerk.”
The man’s expression cooled slightly, “Say what?”
“Uh… nothing, oh right, is the debut night at the end of the month being live broadcast? Are you coming to watch?” Her beautiful eyes fixed on the man, full of anticipation.
Mo Chen was indifferent, “We’ll see when the time comes.”
He was about to take the position as Chairman of Hengzhong Group, and it was not the right time to draw attention.
If he showed up at the live recording of “Idol 101” debut night, he would definitely trend on the hot search the whole night.
“Oh… then you can go back. Drive carefully, and stay focused!”
Qiao Ruoxin left the man’s embrace and turned to go eat some cherries – damn, the cherries that Jerk bought were particularly sweet.
But Mo Chen pulled her back with a tug and she crashed into his chest.
“What else do you want to do?” Her tone was, as ever, haughty.
Every time he saw her haughty demeanor, he wanted to ravish her, to hear her beg for mercy, to hear her cry.
The man gripped her slender waist, his tone laced with a hint of roguishness: “You tell me to go and I just go?”
“What else? You can’t touch me, isn’t this hug uncomfortable for you? Are you a masochist?”
Her self-righteous expression and tone were really asking for it.
Mo Chen directly untied the sash of her robe at her waist and chuckled lowly: “A little touching is still allowed.”
Qiao Ruoxin’s body stiffened instantly, feeling Jerk’s restless hand.
Damn!
“Touch your own head! Watch it, or I’ll bite you again!”
She pushed away from the man’s chest with force, drawing her robe closed.
Her eyes, like those of a startled deer: “Don’t come any closer!”
“Mhm, I’m coming closer.” Mo Chen’s icy handsome face was now filled with warmth and teasing.
“I said don’t come closer, not for you to come over!”
She stepped back, the man advanced, a doting smile on his lips: “Women always say the opposite of what they mean, I understand.”
“Understand my ass! I mean it, don’t come over!”
The next second, Mo Chen wrapped his arms around her, his large hand unapologetically slapping her pert behind: “Stop struggling, a little hug and I’ll leave.”
Hearing this, Qiao Ruoxin allowed herself to be held obediently.
Suddenly, Jerk’s deep, sexy voice rose in her ear: “Little Ghost, you seem to have grown up.”
“…” What the hell is Jerk touching, and what’s he talking about!
“Don’t touch there, put your hands on my waist, and quick.” Her soft voice was feigning anger in her command.
Mo Chen chuckled softly, his laughter pleasant, but he didn’t tease her further, just held her.
“What are you laughing at? Don’t laugh!” She felt her cheeks getting hot, teased by Jerk.
“Hm, then should you cry for me to hear?”
“Do you really enjoy watching me cry that much?”
“Mhm, I do.”
“…” Perverted Jerk.