"What do you want to hear," Mo Shiche was looking at her as well, "do you want to hear me say, it was indeed me hitting myself, so you can leave feeling relieved and light?"
Luo Qiangwei locked eyes with him for a while, then slightly curved her lips, "Mo Shiche, do you know this feeling is quite annoying — that you assume I'd be worried about you?"
"Are you worried then?"
"..."
He actually asked that?
Wouldn't she be worried if she were sitting here?
Luo Qiangwei didn't know why this question ignited a fire within her, she stared at his indifferent, handsome face for a moment, then suddenly put down her book, stood up, walked over, and locked the door from inside, and pulled all the curtains closed.
It was as if she was creating a private, intimate space.
Mo Shiche watched her actions, couldn't help but chuckle, squinting his eyes, "Tangtang, are you preparing to beat me up? You've never really abused me physically, honestly, I'm quite looking forward to it."
