Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Fierce and Clingy Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Fierce and Clingy In the bedroom, Qiao Ruoxin simply packed her suitcase.
She sneaked a glance at Mo Chen, who was sitting on the single sofa.
His expression was gloomy and indifferent, his arm propped on the sofa armrest, long fingers resting on his forehead as if he was in a world of ice and snow.
The man’s eyes were as dark as spilled ink, endlessly deep.
Watching her every move intently, with three hours left before she headed to the airport, he treasured every second as one less to see.
Qiao Ruoxin stood up, walked over to the man, and took the initiative to sit on his long legs, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’ll go after we eat together,” she said.
Seeing the way Mo Chen looked at her made her feel uncomfortable.
He gripped her slender waist tightly and said in a deep voice, “Little Ghost, what about me don’t you like?”
Qiao Ruoxin was taken aback, her fingers involuntarily tightening on the collar of his robe.
“Is it because I have a bad temper, or because I’m too strict with you?”
“I don’t dislike you at all,” she said.
How could she make Mo Chen believe that she truly loved him?
Suddenly, Mo Chen let out a scoff, as if mocking himself, and said coldly, “For the past two years, I’ve been pondering this question. You not only don’t love me, you even hate me.”
For two years, nearly seven hundred days and nights, he repeatedly thought about this question when he couldn’t sleep.
She shook her head instinctively: “I haven’t!”
The man laughed bitterly, heaved a deep sigh, and said nothing more.
He held the soft body in his arms tightly, his chin resting on her neck, inhaling her faint scent, his voice hoarse, “I don’t want you to go.”
Qiao Ruoxin chuckled, “Trust me, I’ll definitely come back.”
“Don’t let that trash touch you.”
“Alright.”
“Don’t talk to him, don’t look at him. I’ll have Xiaowu follow you.”
“…”
Mo Chen’s possessiveness was getting more severe.
Xiaowu was his personal bodyguard, once a mercenary, his skills were formidable.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you, let’s make the most of our time.”
Mo Chen’s lips curled up: “I want you.”
“…”
This man was becoming increasingly clingy, like a Divine Beast, fierce and sticky.
…
In the end, Qiao Ruoxin still made him lunch and sat with him until he was done. Then she went upstairs to change clothes in preparation for the airport.
In the living room, Mo Chen leaned on the sofa in a kingly posture, expressionlessly glaring at the TV screen.
The sound of a woman’s footsteps came closer.
Qiao Ruoxin, pulling her suitcase, walked to the man and said cautiously, “Mo Chen, I’m leaving.”
The atmosphere in the living room was oppressive, suffocating.
The man gave her a passing glance and provocatively said, “Dressed like that to meet your mom? Change it.”
She was momentarily stunned, looking down at the waist-fitting dress she wore. What was wrong with it?
Mo Chen was annoyed by her camisole dress, revealing so much skin for that trash to see???
“Fine.”
She had no choice but to go back and change again, knowing this man was just nitpicking on purpose.
After a while, she returned wearing a simple white short-sleeve T-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, and black Doc Martens.
Standing in front of Mo Chen: “Is this outfit okay?”
The man glanced at her, his gaze locking onto her white, thin, long, and straight legs, his voice cold, “Wear long pants.”
“It’s summer! It’s so hot, and you want me to wear long pants?”
Mo Chen let out a scornful sneer: “What if some scum tries to touch your legs? The security in the United States isn’t good, especially at night.”
“…”
She turned silently and went back to change clothes once more.