He lowered his gaze to her. "You need time to heal. Trust me, insulting you is not what is on my mind."
"Tell me then. I'd really like to hear it," she said in a whisper.
He shook his head. What a stubborn man.
"You don't have trouble speaking what is on your mind." She scooted closer to the edge of the bed. Mo Qingchen ran a hand through is hair.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"How would telling me what is on your mind hurt me?" she looked up innocently.
"Don't play coy. It's not attractive." He moved in closer. "You want to hear the dirty things I want to do to you? All the filthy things running through my mind? We both know that would lead to more than talking."
Qian Meng snorted. "And that would be a bad thing because?" she scrunched her brows in confusion. "I honestly don't see the problem here."
