After the phone rang once, no one answered, it automatically hung up and stopped ringing.
On the bed, Ye Sijue wanted Mo Xiaomeng once.
Mo Xiaomeng gasped charmingly and nestled in his arms, her little face blurred.
Ye Sijue lowered his eyes and looked at her, the storm in his eyes gradually calmed down and turned into apology.
Compared to every previous intimacy, he had just seemed rude.
However, she just endured it silently without any complaints.
His big hands tightened her slender waist, and he saw her brows frown slightly, as if she felt uncomfortable somewhere.
Yesijue was even more apologetic. He kissed her delicate face with his lips and said sorry softly.
Mo Xiaomeng opened her eyes, which were moist and a little worried.
"Si Jue... have you lost your anger?" Her voice was as soft as ever, but a little more hoarse.
Ye Sijue's heart tightened and his eyes locked tightly with hers.
"you… "
Wasn't she angry at all when he just did that
Seeing him frowning, Mo Xiaomeng thought he was still unhappy. Although she was exhausted by his tossing, she still raised her hands with difficulty and held his face.
"Can you please stop being angry? If you...if you don't want me to leave so early, then I will leave tomorrow."
A completely compromising attitude towards him.
Ye Sijue looked at her obedient and obedient look with mixed feelings in his heart.
He held her cheek with his big hands, lowered his head to linger on the corner of her mouth, and kissed her thinly.
Meaning of comfort.
Mo Xiaomeng gradually relaxed as he rubbed her sore waist, and then she felt less uncomfortable.
After all, she had just done it in the morning and then again in the evening. She was a little overwhelmed.
"Yes..." Ye Sijue's voice was hoarse, and he wanted to say sorry, but the sentence was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.
Mo Xiaomeng looked at him, her blue eyes so innocent, waiting for him to speak.
Ye Sijue was so soft-hearted. "It was my fault." He sighed and admitted his mistake.
Mo Xiaomeng shook his head, "No, there is nothing wrong with you. I am very happy that you are willing to tell me your true thoughts. I was afraid that you would not say it..."
Thinking of how reluctant he was to say it at first, she felt a little panicked.
Yesi Jue leaned over, hugged her tightly, put his handsome face into her white neck, and shook his head without her seeing.
no.
It was indeed his fault.
He lied to her.
He said he was angry with himself, but that was not true. He lied. In fact, he was angry with her.
Angry about why she obeyed that Chris so much, angry about why she didn't put him first.
Ye Sijue also knew very well that he was very selfish.
He knew that she was rushing back to the United States not for Chris, but to be with her family.
But he didn't want her to leave, he just wanted to keep her by his side for even one more minute.
Instead of being considerate and considerate of her, he was just selfishly trying to get his own needs met.
But she thought he was angry, so she quickly comforted him. Even though he had just been rude to her, she still didn't complain at all.
Her behavior will only encourage his selfishness and make it worse.
Mo Xiaomeng hugged him back, her little head pressed against his, nuzzling him like a small animal.
"Then are you still angry now?"
She still asked, as if she wanted to make sure he was not angry before she could rest assured.
Ye Sijue turned his head and kissed her, with tenderness in his blue eyes, and said in a magnetic voice, "No, I'm not angry anymore."
This little fool.
"Really?" Mo Xiaomeng asked, looking up at him.
(End of chapter)