Mo Shiche sat wrapped in the blanket, his upper body bare, hands hidden inside, frowning, with an expression of pain. "Do you think the scald wasn't enough, so you want to beat me until I bleed?"
Luo Qiangwei bit her lip upon hearing this, feeling somewhat guilty—he had bought the porridge for her, indeed...
So she climbed back onto the bed and scooted closer, reaching out to pull his hand. "You're bleeding? Let me help you with that."
Mo Shiche didn't speak. Luo Qiangwei had no choice but to lift his blanket, but as soon as her fingertips touched his hand, she was suddenly yanked forcefully. In a dizzy whirl, she found herself pinned under the covers.
Mo Shiche leaned over, propping his elbow next to her head, bringing his handsome face close to caress her cheek,
Luo Qiangwei then realized she'd been tricked and immediately got angry. She frowned and pushed him. "Get off, Mo Shiche, if you keep this up, I'll really get mad..."
