Mo Xiaoqing was so overwhelmed by his forceful action that she couldn't think straight, only instinctively crying out, "Ah...it hurts...ouch..."
"If you promise me, I'll be gentler."
At this moment, Mo Xiaoqing's mind was completely blank; she was in no state to think about anything. Naturally, she did whatever he said.
"Okay, I promise you!"
Ji Muhan visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, Ji Muhan was really frightened by Mo Xiaoqing this time, and she knew she could never be so reckless again.
Ji Muhan couldn't imagine what would have happened if Mo Xiaoqing hadn't noticed and hadn't rushed over.
Ji Muhan was actually venting his lingering fear; he was truly terrified by Mo Xiaoqing this time.
Seeing that Mo Xiaoqing had fallen asleep from exhaustion, Ji Muhan, even with bloodshot eyes, stubbornly kept his eyes open and stared at Mo Xiaoqing.
He acted as if Mo Xiaoqing would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Their bodies, the floor, and the large bed were all in a mess.
However, Ji Muhan gently stroked Mo Xiaoqing, and only then did his brows relax slightly, and he sighed.
He lowered his head and kissed Mo Xiaoqing's forehead, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Goodnight, my Momo.
…
When Mo Xiaoqing woke up the next day, the pillow was already ice-cold.
Her heart sank again, curling up like an infant inside the womb, her hands tightly clutching her calves.
Her long, glossy black hair was spread out on the bed, and her face, still flushed from just waking up, was breathtakingly beautiful.
But after closing her eyes and remaining silent for more than ten seconds, she "touched" her phone by the bedside, found someone in the contacts list, and sent a message.
After waiting for ten seconds, the other end quickly replied.
Upon seeing the message on her phone, Mo Xiaoqing was stunned. Before she even realized it, two lines of tears had already slid down her cheeks.
Her fingers trembled incessantly, her eyes blurred with tears, and soon her vision was obscured. She stared intently at the words on the phone screen, unwilling to let the screen go black.
Before long, her tears soaked her pillow, without her even realizing it.
When Ji Muhan returned, he saw that the little girl had already packed all her clothes into her pink suitcase. The scene looked exactly like she was waiting for him to come back for a final farewell...
This thought had already popped into Ji Muhan's mind without warning, and his temple throbbed violently. His long, slender, fair, and beautiful fingers, which were originally holding the bag in his right hand, unconsciously clenched.
His skin was so white it was almost transparent, and the veins in his hands were clearly visible. Now, with his movements, the veins bulged, making him look terrifying and eerie.
"You're awake?"
"Why are you waiting for me here? Are you awake? You always say you want to sleep until you naturally wake up, don't you?"
His fingers were slightly cool, still carrying the scent of the outside world. The cool touch made her unconsciously tilt her head. Ji Muhan's fingertips then slid down her cheek, but missed, unable to touch that soft, delicate skin any further...
Ji Muhan's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, but it only lasted for a moment before he quickly concealed the deep sadness in them.
"I bought you mango mousse, isn't that your favorite?"
His voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a hint of allure and affection.
Mo Xiaoqing remained completely unresponsive, her eyes fixed on him calmly, as if she were looking at a complete stranger, a clown. Nothing Ji Muhan had said or done could stir even the slightest ripple in her heart…
She lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "I've already booked a taxi, it'll be downstairs in a bit. I was just waiting for you to come back so I could tell you before I left!"
"Oh?" Ji Muhan's fingers twitched unconsciously. She put down the mango mousse in her hand, her expression calm. "So, you're planning to make things clear and never have any contact with us again?"
"Take it however you want! Take it however you want!" Mo Xiaoqing said, adopting a go-with-the-flow, resigned attitude. "Anyway, I've said what I needed to say. I'm leaving."
She grabbed her suitcase and was about to walk past him.
As he passed by Ji Muhan, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Mo Xiaoqing's wrist tightly, completely disregarding the mango mousse in his hand, and just watched it fall.
He gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Mo Xiaoqing, are you really planning to cut ties with me completely like this?"
Mo Xiaoqing could sense the anger and grievance in his heart, and she could also feel how difficult it was for him to say those words!
"Go ahead and say it?"
Mo Xiaoqing pursed her lips.
"Ji Muhan, how many things have you been hiding from me lately? Have you never said a word to me? What am I to you? I'm finding it increasingly difficult to understand what kind of person you really are?"
Ji Muhan's gaze was cold and indifferent as he pressed closer to her, not intending to let go once he grabbed her wrist. He was relentlessly aggressive.
Do you see yourself that way too?
Is this how you see me?
"Am I... really that unworthy of your trust?"
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