Mo Chen let out a disdainful sneer, "You've put me in a bad mood, and you still think you can sleep comfortably? Dream on!"
The next second, he leaned down and bit her lip.
What a dog of a man!
"Are you born in the year of the dog? Stop biting me!"
The man chuckled lowly, "Whose bite marks are on my shoulder? It's only fair."
"..."
Definitely not a gentleman.
And don't expect him to act like one either.
"Little Ghost, where else did that trash touch you? Speak!" His tone was forceful, his voice deep and frightening, pressing her for an answer.
Qiao Ruoxin looked at the man's handsome face and couldn't help but laugh with vexation, "At least he didn't touch my mouth."
"Qiao Ruoxin!"
"Brother Mo Chen, my lips are bitten by you, it hurts..."
She could only pull out her trump card now—acting like a spoiled child.
This dog of a man is most susceptible to this tactic.
