This sudden silence was somewhat awkward...
Qiao Ruoxin was wearing a white men's dress shirt, half of its buttons undone, her clothes in disarray.
She looked confused, staring at the motionless man on top of her. What was he thinking? What did it mean?
She carefully whispered, "Mo Chen Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The man's handsome face was strained, and without a word, he held her soft body, his breathing rapid and chaotic.
After what seemed like an eternity, he got up and buttoned up the shirt for Qiao Ruoxin, his brows furrowed, his handsome face showing signs of embarrassment, "Little Ghost, I just remembered I have some matters to handle. You go to sleep first, don't wait up for me."
With that, the man covered her with the thin quilt and then turned to walk out of the bedroom, his tall figure emanating annoyance.
Qiao Ruoxin was instantly amused to the point of laughter.
What the hell was this?
