She looked at his face, then averted her gaze, speaking indifferently, "From last night till now, shouldn't it be you tormenting me, me letting you torment me? How did it become me tormenting you?"
He responded coldly, "Exposing yourself to the cold and getting sick isn't eagerly wanting to torment me, unless you have masochistic tendencies and feel comfortable when you're ill?"
Cold?
Her fingers twitched, as if she had just realized that standing outside just now, it indeed had been cold.
Chi Huan looked at her, his lips moving slightly, but ultimately he said nothing.
Mo Shiqian watched her nonchalant demeanor, especially her lips which had turned purple from the cold and her face that appeared pallid and devoid of warmth, it only fueled his anger even more.
With a stride of his long legs, he walked over, his well-defined fingers lifting her chin to lower his head and kiss her, enveloping those cold lips with his warm, soft tongue, thoroughly licking them.
