she cried.
This was the second time she shed tears today. This realization made Mo Shiqian panic completely.
Straight men are originally afraid of seeing women cry, except when they are made to cry... other times, when they see their women crying, they either feel distressed or have a headache.
"Huanhuan," he ignored his burning desire, pulled the quilt and wrapped her body tightly, no longer completely exposed to his sight, and then reached out to wipe her tears with his fingers, trying to coax her to sleep. But he couldn't think of anything useful to say for a while, so he could only lower his head and kiss her wet face, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
She didn't cry out, just tears streaming down her face, looking as if she was so wronged that her heart was filled with ashes.
Mo Shiqian really had no clue about the woman's tears, "We won't do it anymore, Huanhuan, stop crying. If you don't want us to do it, we won't do it, eh? Stop crying."
Her long eyelashes were stained with tears. Her eyes were looking at the ceiling. The tears were not dry, and she looked even more pitiful and pale. She said faintly, "Mo Shiqian, do you only love my body and not me at all?" this person."
Mo Shiqian, “…”
His head was so big it was about to explode.
"No, I love you," his low voice was urgent, and he kept kissing her cheeks, explaining in a hoarse voice, "I was obsessed with it just now, and I haven't been for a long time... I couldn't hold it back for a while, and I won't do it next time. Huanhuan, don't cry."
Chi Huan's eyes were focused and she looked at him expressionlessly, "You won't do this again, you promise?"
Mo Shiqian, “…”
He stared at her for a few seconds. The tears that were still resentful just now were hanging on her eyelashes like wet drops. The man finally reacted, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep and dangerous tone, "Chi Huan, did you do this on purpose?"
This woman actually pretended to cry with him.
She really had the acting skills of a movie queen. Her tears would change at a moment's notice, and her facial expressions were so precise that it looked real. He really thought she was sad.
Chi Huan pushed him away and sat up. He held the quilt tightly with his hands to prevent himself from being naked any more. There was a slight curve on his lips, but he was just smiling, "I want to get dressed and go out."
Mo Shiqian, “…”
He pursed his thin lips and stared at her expressionlessly.
Chi Huan looked at the still scary expression on his face, pulled her lips and said lightly, "You think your overlord's insistence is reasonable, right?" She smoothed her long hair with her fingers, "You are really I have spoiled you so much that you have no moral values and no bottom line. Since I am your woman, am I really obligated to feed you anytime and anywhere?"
Mo Shiqian, “…”
"Tell yourself, with that attitude you were in just now, will you stop if I don't cry?"
Mo Shiqian, “…”
Chi Huan waved his hand and said, "Go out and reflect by yourself. I'm too lazy to argue with you."
Mo Shiqian, “…”
He was on the receiving end of a gun. What he said was wrong and what he did was even more wrong. Normally, she would have just half-pushed and half-complied with this kind of thing. This time, she was already angry, but now it added to the fire, and the fire was even more intense. It’s booming.
Mo Shiqian looked at her dull little face and stood up. After standing at the end of the bed for a while, he said in a low voice, "I'll reserve a seat in the restaurant. We'll go there after you get dressed and wash up." Have a meal."
She hummed lightly.
“…”
The man didn't say anything anymore, turned around and closed the door and went out. Chi Huan raised his eyes and took a look. The tall figure on the back was quite lonely.
Chi Huan then stood up and started to put on her clothes. She looked down and saw that although he had only kissed her for a while, there were already bright red hickeys on her collarbone.
After getting dressed, she realized that Mo Shiqian had chosen the most ladylike outfit in her suitcase for her, with a plain color, a taro purple sweater and a light gray skirt. She went back to the bathroom to put on light makeup that matched her clothes, and then straightened her hair. After cutting her hair, she went out.
The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a half-burned cigarette between his lips. She had just put on makeup, which indeed took her a while. The smoke curled up, and the bluish-white color was very light, making his handsome profile look hazy and blurry. Blurred, adding a bit of mysterious sexiness.
Probably when he heard the sound of opening the door, as soon as she came out, he immediately turned his head and looked towards her, snuffed out the cigarette butt, then walked towards her with his long legs, walked up to her, and then looked down at her face. "Can we go to dinner?"
"Is that far? I'm very hungry and I didn't eat anything at noon."
"Nearby."
She nodded, went to the sofa to pick up her bag, and walked ahead.
Mo Shiqian looked at her back, pursed his thin lips, and quickly moved his long legs to follow her.
In the corridor, he walked behind and was responsible for closing the door.
The corridor was still very quiet, the carpet was soft, and the high heels made no sound when she stepped on it, but she still somehow clearly felt the approach of the man behind her, until her hand was indeed held by him.
Chi Huan glanced down and didn't react. Since he didn't take his hand out, he didn't show any intimacy.
When they walked into the elevator, they were still alone.
Mo Shiqian tilted his head and lowered his head, staring at her quiet face, and rarely took the initiative to say, "Huanhuan."
She raised her head and looked at him, "What?"
He sighed lowly, "Are you planning to ignore me these days?"
Chi Huan looked up at him, then looked down at the hands they were holding, and then raised them up, "Your understanding of Buli seems to be very different from mine?"
Having dinner with him and asking him to hold hands is also called ignoring him
Mo Shiqian, “…”
She was indeed not ignoring him. After all, she would still answer his words, eat together, and even hold hands, although it seemed that she didn't intend to let him touch him anymore.
But she was cold.
Chi Huan's temperament was rarely so cold to him. He was not used to it all of a sudden, especially after they hadn't seen each other for a long time. It was like there were countless insects gnawing at his heart. I can't say it hurts much, but it is pervasive and densely uncomfortable.
Chi Huan was always in charge of the conversation between the two of them. She found something to talk to him about, and was responsible for the warm atmosphere, making their atmosphere sweet and sticky. Chi Huan had already analyzed and assigned their respective personalities and positions.
He is responsible for internal stability and security, while she is responsible for the excitement of love.
The man raised his arms and hugged her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "I will never eat alone with another woman next time, and I won't lie to you anymore."
She tilted her head to look at him. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breathing.
"Do I still look angry?"
He lifted her chin with his fingers, stared at her with deep eyes, and said hoarsely, "If you're not angry, just smile."
"You read that right, I'm still very angry."