Qiao Ruoxin lay on the man's shoulder when she suddenly remembered something and pulled apart his white shirt collar.
She saw the mark she'd bitten into his shoulder in anger the night before.
Just one look made her frown.
Did she bite that hard?
"Does it hurt?"
Mo Chen sneered, "Could it be comfortable?"
"Then why didn't you say anything last night..." she murmured softly, her fingertips gently touching the bite mark.
The man's slender fingers pinched her tender cheek: "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts, it hurts, let go!"
Jerk!
Did he think her face was made of paper? Of course, it hurt!
Mo Chen's lips curled into an indulgent smile, and he rubbed the spot for her: "So you know what pain is."
She huffed, "Jerk."
The man's expression cooled slightly, "Say what?"
"Uh... nothing, oh right, is the debut night at the end of the month being live broadcast? Are you coming to watch?" Her beautiful eyes fixed on the man, full of anticipation.
