He could not feel his own existence, and he had even less control over his emergence.
It was as if a demon lurked inside him, ready to break out of his body and turn into a devil at any moment.
Suddenly, the door was knocked on and then pushed open.
Luo Hongying walked in, her voice sweet and gentle, "Shiche, have you been waiting long? There was a traffic jam..."
Mo Shiche stood tall with his back to her, motionless.
Seeing this, Luo Hongying put down her bag, ...
She swayed her hips as she walked towards him, "Why didn't you order some drinks? What would you like to drink, Shiche? I can order..."
The man's cold voice echoed in the private room, "You're quite familiar with him, aren't you."
Luo Hongying's steps halted, and she didn't react at once, "Him..."
"Mo Xiao," Mo Shiche said coldly as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, "you knew him already, didn't you? During each of my flare-ups."
