Mo Qian seemed to have felt something. He loosened his grip but gripped this soft, tender hand that appeared to have some magical soothing effect!
The corner of Mo Qian's mouth, which was stuck to the sweat-soaked bed sheet, slowly rose into a tiny arc.
His girl had always rejected and resisted him in all sorts of ways on the surface! She had never given him any real hope, but in her mind, Zhuang Xian still treated him very specially! At the very least, in Zhuang Xian's heart, Mo Qian should not be someone who was dispensable. Mo Qian was confident and firm in this.
However, how could Zhuang Xian, who had been struggling and dodging all this time, escape Mo Qian's grasp? Mo Qian could be a very patient hunter. He had made all the necessary preparations and was waiting for Zhuang Xian, this beautiful little beast, to step into the dense net of his so-called gentleness and affection.
