As for Si Mochen, his sanity gradually returned. He leaned on the sofa with his hands, gasping for breath, and the scarlet in his pupils seemed to be bleeding.

Xia Zhichu hid in his arms and trembled, her eyes full of fear and her face filled with tears.

Not only was her hair a mess, but her skirt was also torn to pieces during the struggle. One could imagine how much strength Si Mochen had used.

The wound on her lip had already scabbed over, but because the man had ravaged it again, it was bitten and bleeding again.

Xia Zhichu only felt a burning pain.

When Si Mochen saw her tears, his pupils contracted sharply twice, and then he stretched out his hand towards her.

Xia Zhichu didn't know what he wanted to do, so she subconsciously turned her face away. The man's warm fingertips gently brushed across her cheek.

At that moment, Si Mochen's face turned dark again.

He twisted his neck in annoyance, and there were bursts of hideous cracking sounds.

Then, he stood up from the sofa, his tone cold and icy, "As for Bai Rou, I never gave her any hope!"

After saying this, the man left resolutely.

Xia Zhichu looked at the closed door, his mind still blank.

Thinking back carefully to the kiss just now, although it was still extremely rough, when she felt the pain and shrank, she clearly found that Si Mochen had relaxed his strength.

Although they were still entangled in the end, Si Mochen became unusually gentle.

And his roar at Bai Rou clearly left no room for maneuver.

Just as he said, he had never shown mercy to Bai Rou.

After realizing this, the grievance he had just felt disappeared, and what filled Xia Zhichu's heart was the joy that Si Mochen had begun to change subtly.