"She kissed you."
Shen Mo looked at her gravely, his voice low and cold, "You actually let her kiss you."
An Ci was stunned for a moment, then slowly realized what was going on. He felt inexplicably guilty, "It wasn't me who asked her to kiss me."
"You didn't refuse."
An Ci felt a headache when he met Shen Mo's accusing eyes.
She was even more wronged than Dou E.
"How could I have known that she would suddenly kiss me."
Shen Mo stopped talking again, just staring at her with his deep eyes.
An Ci was annoyed by his look, "Why are you so angry? It was just a kiss, so what?"
They are all women, and it's just a kiss on the face, not on the mouth, so what's the big deal?
"It was just a kiss?" Shen Mo's eyes darkened, and his voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard. "So, you still think it's not enough?"
An Ci frowned even more tightly and turned away.
This time, Shen Mo did not stop her and watched her leave.
The next moment, he punched the mirror.
"Bang."
The force was so great that the mirror cracked, and blood kept dripping through his fingers.
…
After the fight with Shen Mo, An Ci lost all mood to play and went straight back to his room to rest.
It was almost evening when Eric came to ask her to have dinner.
As they stepped out of the elevator, Eric casually asked, "Have you seen Shen Mo?"
Not only did they meet, but they also had a quarrel. An Ci complained in his heart.
"No."
Eric glanced at her sideways, "You two haven't reconciled yet?"
An Ci said nothing and walked forward with his hands in his pockets.
Seeing this scene, Eric knew the answer without asking.
He chased after her, but An Ci changed the subject first, "Where are we going to eat? Have we arrived yet?"
"It's almost there, in that box." Eric raised his finger and pointed.
An Ci asked, "Are there a lot of people?"
"I don't know. I guess it's just the few of us at the dinner party with An Yiheng's group." Eric said uncertainly.
The two walked to the door of the box and the waiter opened the door for them.
An Ci walked leisurely behind Eric.
The box suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked over, and Eric raised the corner of his lip, "Wow, it's quite lively."
An Ci glanced around calmly. Almost all of them were familiar faces, but why was that guy named Jason here too?
Anyang started to jeer, "You two are late, hurry up and drink a glass each."
"No problem, I'll drink Xiao Ci's glass with her." Eric agreed readily, picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"It's just a glass of wine, how can you drink it for me?" An Yiheng looked at An Ci and started to be sarcastic again, "Xiao Ci, you are not going to get drunk after just one glass, are you?"
"That's not the case." An Ci glanced at him and said in a cold voice, "It's just that when I drink too much, I like to beat people up."
After a pause, she suddenly laughed, "You should know that I can hit people pretty hard."
The memory of death suddenly attacked him. An Yiheng recalled the scene of being beaten by her when he was a child, and the expression on his face froze for a moment.
"Xiao Ci, Yiheng was just joking with you, don't take it seriously." An Yiyao tried to smooth things over with a smile.
An Ci shrugged with a nonchalant smile on his face. When his eyes swept over the person sitting on the sofa next to him, ripples of light appeared in his eyes.
Eric walked over and said, "Shen Mo, when did you come here? I sent you a message but you didn't reply."
Shen Mo's hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, so it was hard to tell the emotions in his eyes. "My phone was out of battery, so I didn't see it."
Cui Mingzhu greeted him warmly, "An Ci, I have a seat here, come and sit."
In front of so many people, An Ci couldn't afford to offend her, so he walked over to her and sat down.
In an instant, she felt a strong gaze falling on her, but it disappeared in a few seconds.
An Ci subconsciously looked at Shen Mo, and from this angle, he could just see the wound on his hand.
Her eyes paused, he was apparently fine in the afternoon.
"Ink, I heard that you and Young Master An are good friends, why do you seem to be unfamiliar with each other?"
When it comes to being sarcastic, besides An Yiheng, Jiesen is also a master.
"If you don't know, you might think you are enemies."
Eric frowned and looked at Jason with dissatisfaction.
An Yiheng must have been kicked in the head by a donkey. Why did he invite this person to the dinner party?
Isn't this just intentional trouble?
Shen Mo glanced at Jason coldly, but the latter was not afraid. When his eyes swept over the watch on An Ci's hand, there was a hint of interest in his eyes.
"Master An, this watch on your hand looks familiar to me."
He pretended to be surprised and said, "I remember that Ink seems to have a watch like this."
For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on An Ci's watch.
"This watch is his." An Ci crossed his legs and admitted frankly.
"So could you please stop beeping all the time? It's hurting my ears."
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