His tone grew increasingly confused, "What?"
Mo Qin pursed her lips, stepped into the house, put her palm against Mo, and pushed him in.
She glanced up and down at Shang Qi.
Her hand touched his chest, then slid down to his waist and finally landed on his long sleeves.
Shang Qi stood stiffly, letting Mo Qin do what she wanted. In the darkness, he quietly pinched his palms and his breathing became lighter.
"Qin...Qinqin, what exactly are you looking for?"
He knew everything in his heart, but he still pretended to be completely flawless.
"Just tell me, I can find it for you. But can you please... stop touching me?" If he continued to touch me, something bad would happen.
Shang Qi knew what Mo Qin was looking for, but seeing him touching him like that made his ears burn.
Mo Qin withdrew her hand and took a step back, not touching anything on his body.
"Shang Qi, where did you put the little fur ball? Give it back to me, it's very important."
The night wind blew in through the open window, blowing away Shang Qi's restlessness.
His arms hung limply at his sides, and the whole demon merged into the darkness, feeling lonely and helpless.
His voice was low and about to fade away. "He is important, so am I not important?"
Mo Qin felt uncomfortable seeing Shang Qi like this.
For a moment, I felt that the previous decision was a mistake.
Wouldn't it have been better if she had put Shang Qi in a safe place that day and left directly?
Mo Qin couldn't decide which was more unbearable: mental torture or physical suffering. She wasn't him, but she made the choice for him.
(End of this chapter)
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