Bab 122: A LOVER OR A SLAVE

Under the comforter, Mo Yuan embraced her closely and allowed her to cry all she wanted. The more she cried louder and the more he felt as if someone was ripping his heart to shreds. 

This was beyond physical pain. The more she shed tears and soaked his nightshirt, the more he felt distressed. He didn't know how to explain such emotions.

Han Luo cried for hours and quieted down at midnight. She fell asleep while crying. He could hear her regular breathing.

Mo Yuan moved the comforter away from her face so that she could breathe. He quietly wiped her tears. He wanted to change his wet nightshirt thinking she might catch a cold but Han Luo was clinging onto him. So, he decided not to move and only unbuttoned his shirt and threw it somewhere in the dark.

He had an extra shirt at the corner of the bed. He used his leg to pick it up and tried to wear that shirt.