Could the two at the back seat consider the feelings of this single, pitiful man?
It's uncomfortable!
Heart-wrenching.
Feels like crying.
What to do?
He too desires to be in love.
Mo Qishen's arm was tightly wrapped around Ni Yang, his chin rubbing against her neck.
Ni Yang pinched his chin, slapping his face while saying, "You bastard, your beard is poking me!"
Faintly colored, the stubble on his chin isn't too noticeable, but it pricks against the soft skin, causing a stinging pain accompanied by slight itchiness.
Bastard?!
Wu Daming in the front seat was dumbfounded.
Ni Yang actually called Mo Qishen a bastard!
It would have been less surprising if she just called him a bastard, but she even dared to slap Mo Qishen's face!
It's over!
Mo Qishen must be angry now.
Hanging around Mo Qishen for such a long time, he knew Mo Qishen's nature well.
He has a quick temper. Easily angered!
His character is quite eccentric.
