Mo Chen held her frail and boneless body with stiff arms.
Even though it felt like thousands of needles were pricking him at that moment, it was unbearable.
But he had to hold Qiao Ruoxin because letting go was simply impossible for him.
His body seemed to harbor a raging beast, charging and bashing about inside, trying to break free.
Qiao Ruoxin heard his rapid and distressed breathing and frowned slightly, "I am yours, I always have been."
The man's voice was low and husky, even with a trace of pain, "Little Ghost, don't leave me!"
"I won't, I'll never leave you again."
Mo Chen closed his eyes, his complexion pale, his handsome face taut, holding her tightly, as if to meld her into his bones and blood.
"Say breakup one more time! I'll kill you!"
"Mhm."
"Just one trash text message and you want to break up! Do you think I'm trash! You're just a heartless brat!"
The man's emotions were excited and irritable, his low voice trembling slightly.
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