For a Mo Shiche like this, Luo Qiangwei simply had no resistance...
Or rather, deep down she didn't really want to resist.
Ever since her rebirth until now, she had been wound up too tightly, resisting everything that belonged to him, even though she knew that sometimes he was showing concern for her, she would subconsciously choose to avoid it.
She didn't dare have her heart flutter for him even for a millisecond, she kept telling herself to hate him, and she always insisted that she should hate him fiercely.
But hate born of love, in essence, is just love pushed to its extreme...
Mo Shiche took hold of Luo Qiangwei's shoulders, turning her limp body to face him.
Their eyes met, honest and clear.
His deep gaze burned like a fierce flame, watching her intensely hot, as if wanting to etch her face into his memory, that overly focused look made it impossible for her to escape.
He slowly leaned down.
