"Mo Er, I love you." The man suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, his grip so powerful that Xia Moer gasped. The next second, his head dipped down, and he kissed Xia Moer's lips.
"Mmm."
Xia Moer was so infuriated that she hit him, but the man didn't feel any pain at all, allowing her to hit him roughly.
His breath smelled lovely, intoxicating in a way that Rong Zi Chen's scent just wasn't.
Xia Moer's hands gradually went limp.
The man finally pulled away from her lips after a while, his beautiful dark eyes gazing at her: "Mo Er, you're so beautiful."
Xia Moer's face flushed. If only Zi Chen spoke to her that way, she'd probably die happily.
At this thought, Xia Moer's mood took a hit.
Rong Zi Chen never whispered sweet nothings to her, not a single word. As a woman, who wouldn't want to be cherished?
But all she had was a wooden block. She was always the one circling Rong Zi Chen, but he never saw how good she was. His heart only had room for that wretched woman.