Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Mo Chen Spits Blood Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Mo Chen Spits Blood Qiao Ruoxin subconsciously turned to put some distance between herself and him.
Unexpectedly, the man grasped her slender arm, rendering her immobile.
“I had Lan Ke prepare a swimsuit for me, but for some reason, she’s lost her mind and got me a bikini.”
Her tone was full of complaints.
Mo Chen chuckled softly, “It looks pretty good, Bai Junyan’s woman has a good eye.”
“Why are you drinking? To embolden yourself?”
The man’s face darkened slightly, “Little Ghost, don’t expose me.”
“When you’re back to normal…”
Before Qiao Ruoxin could finish, the man coldly interrupted her, “I can’t wait anymore. It’s been two years since I touched you, and you haven’t even been with me for two years!”
“…”
Who’s being too much here?
Isn’t it all for his own good?
Damn man!
The next second, Mo Chen pulled her into his arms, his long fingers gripping her jaw as he bent down to kiss her.
Gentle and lingering, hard to part with.
“Little Ghost, from the moment I saw you when you came back this time, I’ve wanted you, and I haven’t stopped wanting you.”
Mist swirled in the hot spring, and the silence of the night deepened the ambiguous atmosphere here.
Qiao Ruoxin startled, then cursed angrily, “You’re a pervert. Not seeing me for two years, and the first thing you think of when you do is that? How can you be so filthy!”
But the damn man’s gaze was fixed on her collarbone, he said in a deep voice, “Just tell me if you can or can’t do it!”
Damn!
Damn man!
“You’re so annoying!”
She pushed the man’s tall body away and turned around, trying to leave the hot spring.
But Mo Chen caught her and pressed her against a boulder, forcibly kissing her lips.
Suddenly!
Scenes from those disgusting videos flashed in his mind, still images of men and women tangled together.
He clutched his forehead, his handsome face enduring agony, a splitting headache!
Qiao Ruoxin noticed his suddenly pale face and couldn’t help but support him, “Brother Mo Chen, are you alright? Let’s just forget it! We can talk about it later… It’s not suitable for you right now…”
Broken memories flooded into the man’s mind.
His head hurt as if it were going to explode!
Images from the videos…
Images of drag racing…
Images of a car accident…
And the image of Qiao Ruoxin sending him a breakup text message…
They assaulted his brain, as if to tear it apart.
But Mo Chen, clinging to the last shred of sanity, looked at the tearful little face before him and pulled her into his arms roughly.
He hissed in her ear through gritted teeth, “No matter what, you’re not getting away tonight!”
Qiao Ruoxin was rigid, tears streaming down her face.
Absolutely sick!
Obsessive and perverted to the extreme!
…
Four in the morning.
Qiao Ruoxin lay on a soft, fluffy bed.
She couldn’t remember how she ended up in bed, only that the damn man was frenzied.
Practically wanting to kill her.
She couldn’t even muster the strength to move.
Mo Chen’s figure was not beside her; where had he gone?
She sat up lifelessly, feeling as if her bones would fall apart.
Glancing down, she saw kiss marks all over her body.
Qiao Ruoxin put on a bathrobe, intending to go out and check, but unexpectedly, a knock sounded on the bedroom door, “Miss Qiao! Miss Qiao! Master Mo is coughing up blood!”
She stiffened, barely able to stand steady.
She yanked open the door abruptly, “What did you say?”
“Master Mo is coughing up blood!”
“Where!”
The maid led her to the bedroom where Mo Chen was, and the moment Qiao Ruoxin entered the bedroom, she felt an unprecedented despair.
Her tears flowed out in an instant.
Because she saw Mo Chen lying on the bed pale as death, bent over the edge of the bed vomiting blood onto the carpet, blood that was a stark red!