Mo Zechuan loosened his arms, changed his arms from hugging to holding, and naturally wrapped his left hand around his.
"Sir?" Xu Jing looked up in surprise, and the moment he saw his face, he took a breath of cold air.
God is indeed unfair.
Not only does he have a wealthy family background, but he also has a naturally good-looking appearance.
He has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his eyes reveal a hint of a gentlemanly villain.
The facial features are three-dimensional and large, just like those of Europeans and Americans. They are not perfect when taken individually, but they are extremely suitable when combined together.
What’s even more infuriating is that he is half a head taller than him.
Damn it! This is the first time I’ve been looked down upon for my height.
Just as he was about to speak, Mo Zechuan pinched his right cheek.
This body cannot withstand pinching at all. If it is easily bumped or touched, it will turn purple, not to mention being pinched intentionally.
When he let go, he not only got a red mark on the young man's face, but also saw tears in the corners of his eyes, sobbing, like a bullied young wife wiping away tears aggrievedly.
Mo Zechuan laughed and said, "I solved a big problem for you, why are you crying?"
Xu Jing ignored him and took out a tissue to wipe the tears from his face.
Mo Zechuan grabbed his right hand, took the napkin, carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said patiently, "Don't cry."
Xu Jing glared at him fiercely. To Mo Zechuan, his fierce gaze was like the bite of an angry rabbit, light and harmless.
I really want to drag him to the bed and give him a good beating.
"Where are you going?" Xu Jing was confused as he was being led away.
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