Chapter 21: Chapter 21: When Can We Kiss? Chapter 21: Chapter 21: When Can We Kiss? Mo Chen held her frail and boneless body with stiff arms.
Even though it felt like thousands of needles were pricking him at that moment, it was unbearable.
But he had to hold Qiao Ruoxin because letting go was simply impossible for him.
His body seemed to harbor a raging beast, charging and bashing about inside, trying to break free.
Qiao Ruoxin heard his rapid and distressed breathing and frowned slightly, “I am yours, I always have been.”
The man’s voice was low and husky, even with a trace of pain, “Little Ghost, don’t leave me!”
“I won’t, I’ll never leave you again.”
Mo Chen closed his eyes, his complexion pale, his handsome face taut, holding her tightly, as if to meld her into his bones and blood.
“Say breakup one more time! I’ll kill you!”
“Mhm.”
“Just one trash text message and you want to break up! Do you think I’m trash! You’re just a heartless brat!”
The man’s emotions were excited and irritable, his low voice trembling slightly.
The next second—
Mo Chen once again pushed her away and rushed into the bathroom with a deathly pale face.
Then, Qiao Ruoxin heard a series of agonizing retching sounds, as if he was trying to vomit out all the bitterness.
Her eyes welled up with tears, her heart clenching.
Why was it so serious?
Just because of a breakup?
Impossible, there must be other reasons.
What kind of stimulus had Mo Chen received to have such severe psychological trauma.
She bit her lower lip, determined to find out what was going on.
She needed to prescribe the right cure to quickly heal Mo Chen.
Suddenly, the bathroom door was violently pulled open.
Mo Chen’s sexy jawline was tight, his eyes full of hostility.
“Have a drink of water,” Qiao Ruoxin stood by with a glass of water in her hand.
The man snatched the glass with a disgruntled face, drained it in one gulp, and looked at her, “Are you mocking me?”
Seeing him in this wretched state now, even holding a woman was so difficult.
Qiao Ruoxin widened her eyes and shook her head, “No.”
“Then you’re pitying me?” he sneered, with a hint of self-mockery.
“No!”
Mo Chen suddenly lost his temper, shouting at her sharply, “Get out! I want to sleep!”
“Sleep? You won’t be able to sleep anyway,” she innocently stated the fact.
“…” He really wanted to kill this Little Ghost!
She smiled softly, “Mo Chen Brother, after so long just to get a hug, when can I get a kiss?”
Her voice was clear and innocent, soft and gentle.
Surprise flashed through the man’s dark eyes, then his handsome face darkened.
She’s a little demoness!
Mo Chen scoffed, his voice cold and ominous, “Trying to take advantage of me? What’s a kid like you thinking about all day at such a young age!”
She couldn’t help laughing out loud, “Thinking about you, thinking about you all day long.”
“…”
He narrowed his eyes slightly, restraining his anger, “I really want to kill you!”
Qiao Ruoxin: “On the bed?”
“Get out!”
“Let’s chat a bit more, you can’t sleep anyway, don’t be so irritable,” she wanted to get Mo Chen used to her return gradually.
Mo Chen looked at her beautiful and delicate face, his voice stern and unpleasant, “Speak properly!”
She smiled lightly, “You’re like a Tibetan Mastiff right now, so fierce…”
Tibetan… Mastiff???
Mo Chen was momentarily stunned, then furiously shouted, “Get out! Who the hell is like a Tibetan Mastiff!”
“The most handsome Tibetan Mastiff,” she looked at the man’s complex expression, feeling a surge of pleasure.
So in Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes, he was a irritable Tibetan Mastiff?
It seemed he was stimulated again.