Qiao Ruoxin strode over and supported his now towering but weakened body, "How could you let yourself get like this!"
The man leaned on the bed, his breathing erratic, coughed twice, and with a low, hoarse voice said, "This is probably the price to pay for the pleasure afterward."
"Are you sick or something? You know you can't handle it! Why must you do this! Does this make you feel good? Do you actually enjoy torturing yourself?"
She really wanted to turn around and leave.
But Mo Chen weakly grasped her small hand, his dark eyes staring intently at her, "Want to hear the truth?"
"..."
Ruoxin's eyes were cold, really not wanting to bother with this damn man.
He let out a self-mocking snort, "Actually, the pain and torment are a little more than the satisfaction received."
"Then why continue... Like this! You're really sick!"
Qiao Ruoxin was truly angry!
She shook off the man's hand, but it was grasped tightly again, preventing her from leaving.
