However, she really didn't dare to tell him because she didn't dare to gamble with Xiaoru's life!
Her voice was soft and waxy, like a soft candy melting slowly in his heart, entangled in his heart one by one.
His jaw, which he had managed to maintain, relaxed unconsciously.
He could never really be angry with her.
But if he could forgive her so easily, he wouldn't be willing to accept it!
"Do you think this matter is settled like this?" He lowered his head and stared at her coldly.
"Then... what do you want? Or, can I make it up to you?" She blinked her bright eyes like spring water, with a flattering smile on her lips.
She knew that he was still angry. She had indeed done something wrong in this matter. She should not have left without saying goodbye on her own initiative. How could a man as proud and arrogant as him endure this
His heart skipped a beat.
"How do you want to compensate?" He continued with cold eyes, his tone was firm and did not loosen up at all.
He couldn't let her follow suit, otherwise he wouldn't be able to control her in the future.
"I..." She rolled her eyes flexibly, her face turned slightly red, and she bit her lip and said, "What kind of compensation do you want?"
He held her waist tightly, and the two of them were very close to each other. He looked down at her. The blush on her face was like the peach blossoms in March, pink and attractive, and her black grape-like eyes were moist, which made him Her breathing paused, and her eyes moved down, landing on her pale pink lips.
She noticed his gaze and blushed even more.
The two of them thought of that fleeting kiss at the same time.
Mo Chuan's heart began to beat faster, and again and again, as if he was being bewitched, he slowly lowered his head and got closer to her, his heart beating faster and faster.
She seemed to know his intention and did not struggle. Instead, she closed her eyes obediently. Two rows of long and dense eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids and waited quietly.
"No, no!"
Just when his lips brushed the tip of her nose and was about to fall, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and stretched out her hand to cover his lips.
"Why not?" His voice was hoarse, and there was a faint fire in his eyes.
He almost wanted to grit his teeth.
This narrow-minded ghost girl comes to tease him at the critical moment. What does she want
"You said you would make it up to me!" He said word by word, his voice muffled coming from her palms, carrying a stream of heat that made her palms warm and itchy.
She couldn't help but giggle, let go of her hand, and said with a smile: "You are still wearing a human skin mask. I don't want you to accidentally touch the skin of some dead person when you kiss me later. Well, That must feel disgusting!"
She frowned in disgust.
Mo Chuan's face suddenly turned green.
He took off the mask on his face, threw it to the ground, and glared at her angrily: "Is this okay now?"
Under the candlelight, his handsome and elegant features were exquisite and flawless, and his eyes were as bright as the cold stars in the sky. Even when he glared at her, there was a hint of affection in his eyes.
"Okay, of course, you can close your eyes first."
She smiled and squinted her eyes, which were as curved as a little fox.
Although he took off his mask, the beautiful and sweet ambiguous atmosphere was interrupted. No matter how brave she was now, she would be embarrassed to take the initiative to kiss him, especially when he was staring at her eagerly.