Mo Chen's tall silhouette moved towards her, pulling her up from her seat behind the desk.
His slender fingers pinched her chin, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Why is your complexion so poor?"
Qiao Ruoxin forced a laugh, "How can it not be when you tormented me all last night?"
The man chuckled softly, taking her into his arms, his chin resting on her slender shoulders.
"Brother was too rough last night, did I hurt you?" His voice was gentle and enticing, as if he was bewitching her.
Qiao Ruoxin leaned against the man's shoulder, her face pale, her mind flooded with the images from the video on the computer.
That video instantly became her nightmare!
So disgusting...
Nauseous, wanting to vomit!
She resisted the sense of fear and nausea, saying, "Mo Chen, brother, go wash up, and I'll make breakfast for you."
Mo Chen, holding her delicate frame, kissed her earlobe, "Little Ghost, I will compensate you for the losses caused by going public with our relationship, okay?"
"Mhm."
