Mo Chen just stood there as she hugged him, his tone somewhat chilly, "I allowed you to hug but not to grope."
Uh...
How embarrassing.
She obediently wrapped her arms around the man's waist, her cheek pressed against his chest.
"Now being held by me, it doesn't feel so bad, does it?"
The man's handsome face was tense, his lips tightly sealed as though he was enduring something.
It was uncomfortable, but he still wanted Qiao Ruoxin to hold him.
He looked down at Qiao Ruoxin's profile, her thick curled eyelashes, and said in a deep voice, "Was that song a threat to me?"
Qiao Ruoxin looked up in confusion, "Huh?"
Mo Chen gazed into her eyes, his voice low and hoarse, "If I don't agree to get back together with you, I won't even be allowed to think about you, hm?"
Only then did she realize what the man meant.
She was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on her face.
