She didn't care anymore, the Mo Group had always been his, and now she returned everything to him.
She didn't want to stay in Jiang City any longer, either.
Mo Shiche leaned in to kiss her lips, but Luo Qiangwei immediately turned her face away, yet he grasped her chin.
She frowned and pushed him away, "I don't feel well..."
Mo Shiche immediately let her go, resting his forehead against hers, his gaze anxious, "Does your stomach hurt?"
At times, this man was really quite easy to deceive.
He believed anything she said.
She averted her eyes and gasped for breath, "No, just not feeling well."
Mo Shiche stared at her plush, jelly-like lips, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He hadn't kissed her for more than a week, being busy from dawn to dusk, and on top of that, she did it on purpose; every time he came back, no matter if she was reading in bed, she would pretend to be asleep.
