044 Don't love you
She stared at him blankly, it was almost like a morbid—fascination!
With his other hand, he began to unbutton her coat one by one.
Her body, little by little, was almost completely exposed in front of his eyes. She had never been so exposed to the opposite sex before, but now...
"No, Xiao Moye... Don't do this!" Chu Huan couldn't help but yelled in a flustered manner, using all his strength, with his left hand, he grabbed the other's wrist which was untying her clothes.
The little soft hand wrapped around his wrist tremblingly and stopped him from doing all his movements. The sound of her sobbing sounded in his ears, "No, please... I don't want this... I don't want..."
"No? But your body doesn't say that." Bowing her head, the tip of her tongue licked her white skin again, causing her body to tremble.
"Don't... No... It's not like this..." Panic and shame burst out completely, and she burst into tears. "... You said that you gave me time, how can you... How can you speak without counting... Woo Oh..."
His movements paused slightly, and her cries grew louder and louder.
The sound of crying enveloped the entire box, and the air was full of dampness.
"Xiao Moye, I hate you... Oh, why are you forcing me so... I don't want to love you anymore, I don't want to love you anymore..." she cried out choked.
His body froze, and the tip of his tongue that had been licking and kissing her skin finally stopped.
Chu Huan struggled to get up, but his body was still crushed by Xiao Moye. She didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear that it would cause him a greater reaction, so she could only look at him with bated breath.
He put his hands on the sides of her body and lowered his head, so from her angle he could only see the top of his head.
For a while, the whole box was terribly quiet.
I don’t know how long it took before his voice rang hoarsely, "You—don’t love me anymore?" He said very slowly, almost every word, every word seemed to be squeezed between his teeth. It's like coming out.
When Chu Huan was thinking about how to answer, Chu Huan felt a damp sensation on the collarbone of his chest.
Click! Click!
One drop, two drops...
It dripped on her skin, burning extremely hot.
She was stunned, an almost impossible possibility passed through her mind.
can you? Will it be what she thinks
His head is still down, and her chest is getting more and more wet.
Raising her hands a little bit, her hand touched his cheeks hesitantly. The smooth skin, icy cold, is so different from the hot palms of her wet and sweaty palms.
"Xiao Moye?" She muttered softly.
"Haha... Hahaha..." The answer was a hoarse laughter.
Click!
Something dripped down from his chest again.
He was smiling, but why did her chest... Chu Huan's hands trembled, and took a deep breath. With all his courage, he held Xiao Moye's cheeks and lifted his face little by little.