??Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Is This The Feeling Of Being Moved?
Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Is This The Feeling Of Being Moved?
Mo Chen looked at her intently, extrely displeased.
He grasped her chin firmly and kissed her hard, forcing her gaze back onto him.
“Mm… what are you doing! I haven’t finished watching!”
At this mont, the screen switched to Mo Chen during his university days!
Qiao Ruoxin suddenly froze, no longer resisting his forceful kiss, allowing him to kiss her, but her eyes glanced towards the big screen.
The man furrowed his brow, stopped kissing, and lifted his eyes to glance at the big screen, which displayed his university days.
“Mo Chen, was this when you were a freshman?”
“Freshman year.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and she found herself holding her breath.
That year, she should have been 12 years old, which ant that Mo Chen t her at this ti?
“Is this the ti you t the 12-year-old ?”
Qiao Ruoxin looked at the man’s handso face, asking expectantly.
Mo Chen laughed softly, his voice indulgent: “Yeah.”
She turned to look at the Mo Chen on the big screen again.
Mo Chen wore a snow-white shirt, paired with black trousers, his sleeves rolled up to reveal a section of his alluring forearm, adorned with a silver wristwatch.
His broad shoulders and narrow waist cut a perfect figure, like a man who walked straight out of a comic book.
That air of noble indifference, coupled with a volatile temper, made strangers think twice before approaching.
Qiao Ruoxin’s heartbeat nearly missed a beat—was this the feeling of being smitten?
But, the Mo Chen holding her looked displeased at her daydreaming state.
He took hold of her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes: “Little Ghost, what’s with that look? Are you cursing
as a pervert in your mind?”
Qiao Ruoxin paused for a second, then snapped back to reality: “No I’m not…”
At that ti, the screen switched to Mo Chen holding hands with a female classmate dressed in an evening gown.
She beca furious in an instant, pointing at the big screen: “What are you doing? Why are you holding her hand?”
Mo Chen snorted disdainfully, letting out a derisive laugh: “You think I wanted to? It was a dance, I had to do it.”
Sohow, she felt a sourness in her heart and didn’t want to watch anymore.
“Mo Chen, I’m tired, carry
back to sleep.”
She wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, leaning on his broad shoulder.
The man’s eyebrows raised slightly: “What if I don’t carry you?”
Qiao Ruoxin giggled: “Then I won’t sleep with you tonight.”
A flicker of displeasure shot through Mo Chen’s dark eyes before he scooped her up by the waist and headed towards their villa.
“Little Ghost, you’re in trouble now.”
Her body tensed: “What are you going to do now?”
“Even if I can’t touch you tonight, I’m going to make you cry.”
“Why? What did I do wrong? Because I watched your growth video? You promised to let
watch it!”
The man chuckled lowly, his voice full of indulgence: “Because you’re tempting .”
“I’m not, am I???”
“You are.”
“Mo Chen, can you be reasonable? How am I tempting you?”
“Every inch of you is tempting .”
“…” An utterly unreasonable man! Don’t expect to have a normal conversation with him!
Back in the bedroom, Qiao Ruoxin was tossed onto the bed, and the man leaned over her.
He pinned her underneath him, not knowing when he had started to enjoy this feeling of pressing down on her to sleep—it felt very secure.
The impossible man firmly grasped her chin and kissed her deeply, taking her sweetness without leaving any room for escape.
Qiao Ruoxin was kissed until she had difficulty breathing before he finally let her go.
Then, Mo Chen fell asleep on top of her once again, his warm breath spraying on her neck.
Damn!
The damn man, aaah!
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