Chapter 120: Chapter 120: I’m Not That Weak! Chapter 120: Chapter 120: I’m Not That Weak! Running water echoed from the bathroom.
Qiao Ruoxin stood outside the door, waiting for Mo Chen to finish his bath.
She had dragged this scoundrel back to her bedroom, urging him to take a shower to wash off the bloodstains.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.
Mo Chen stepped out wearing a black robe, his short, damp hair slightly disheveled.
She handed him mouthwash, “Here, lemon-flavored mouthwash.”
The man glanced at her indifferently, his voice deep, “I don’t like it.”
“I like it! Hurry up!”
“…”
Mo Chen looked at her for three seconds, then took the mouthwash and went to the sink to rinse his mouth.
Qiao Ruoxin grabbed a hairdryer and stood next to the single sofa in front of the window, waiting.
“Come here, I’ll help you dry your hair.”
Mo Chen’s tall, handsome figure approached her, nearly blocking all her light, and then he sat on the single sofa.
Her small hands wove through his hair, gently drying it.
Ten minutes later, she turned off the hairdryer.
“Mo Chen, let’s sleep, I’ll stay with you. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me right away.”
The man snorted derisively, letting out a contemptuous chuckle, “I’m not that weak!”
He pulled Qiao Ruoxin into his embrace, seated her on his long legs, and looked straight into her eyes, his voice suddenly softened a bit, “Feeling better now?”
???
She looked puzzled, “Huh? What?”
Then she quickly understood, growing angry, “You have the nerve to ask? Shameless!”
He laughed, his hand stroking her head, his dark eyes filled with affection.
“You’re only concerned about me now, don’t you think it’s too late?” Unable to hold back, she bit into the scoundrel’s shoulder again!
A muffled grunt came from the man.
“Getting a bit out of control,” the man’s lazy, sensual voice said.
She tried to get up but was held tight by Mo Chen, unable to move.
She muttered softly, “Didn’t you take medicine to stabilize your mood? And you’re still vomiting so much blood…”
Mo Chen spoke in a deep voice, “Men are all the same.”
“…”
Qiao Ruoxin got up and left his embrace, sitting on the bed beside him, her gaze fixed on the man’s handsome face, “Have you ever considered that maybe you don’t really love me? It’s just possessiveness? I feel like you just enjoy sleeping with me.”
As soon as these words came out.
Mo Chen became furious, his temper flaring, “You don’t know shit!”
She was startled but had to pretend to be calm, “Then tell me, we never really communicated before, what do you like about me? Isn’t it just the looks? The most I used to say to you was ‘big brother.’
The man was driven to laughter, lit a cigarette, and rested it between his lips, blowing a stream of smoke her way.
Through the smoke, Qiao Ruoxin saw his face became even more seductive, edged with a trace of fierceness.
This scoundrel’s presence was very strong, as was his dominance.
He leaned back on the single sofa and spoke in a deep voice, “Little Ghost, men have only one standard when looking at a woman: whether they want to sleep with her or not.”
What was this unabashed tone supposed to mean?
Very proud? Very self-satisfied?
“Do you find that something to be proud of? Are all men this shameless?”
Mo Chen took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him, his voice lazy, “It’s quite shameless.”
He actually admitted it?
Scoundrel, indeed!