He pulled back the quilt, letting Zhou Mo's head show.

Zhou Mo looked like a silkworm pupa, with the quilt wrapping everything except his head.

She struggled, but found that Han Chen was holding her tightly.

"Do you think I really don't dare to touch you today?" He kissed Zhou Mo's earlobe and pretended to threaten her.

"Why, do you still want to fight bloody battles?"

"I'm not that perverted."

"So what do you want to do?"

"What do you think?" Han Chen asked calmly, but his hand had already reached into the quilt and moved up along the waist.

"Hey!" Zhou Mo immediately understood, but it was too late.

…

After a lot of torture.

Zhou Mo gritted his teeth, "Asshole!"

Han Chen smiled and let her scold him. He reached out to grab the black sweatshirt beside the pillow and said, "Put on your clothes before you scold me."

Zhou Mo glared at him, and couldn't stand the smug smile on his face after he succeeded.

Just like that time on the Ferris wheel.

This man is so hateful.

It wasn't her who was bullying her, it was clearly her who was bullied.

Han Chen helped her put on her clothes, but Zhou Mo turned over and ignored him.

Han Chen hugged Zhou Mo from behind and said, "You provoked me first."

Zhou Mo was so angry that his chest was still aching, but the culprit looked smug.

"Are you really angry?"

"What else?" Zhou Mo turned around and glared at him, "Bad guy."

Han Chen smiled and bent down to kiss her lips which were pouting due to resentment.

"Well, I'm a bad guy."

"Han Chen, I see through you now. You're just pretending to be nice. You're such a bad person. You just pick on me and bully me. You dress yourself up nicely, but you're so happy to see me throw away my weapons."