Huanhuan was stunned and forgot to react for a moment. In front of her was his handsome face that suddenly enlarged, and his pair of dark eyes that were so deep that they could swallow her soul at any time.
He kissed her very forcefully, not giving her any room to breathe. He pinched her chin with one hand and supported the back of her head with the other hand, deepening the kiss and not allowing her to escape. Until their lips and tongues intertwined, that feeling
The long-lost passion instantly took over his reason, making him no longer himself. His chest was filled with a certain emotion that needed to be released and vented.
Suddenly, Huanhuan came back to her senses, frowned, and put her hands on his chest to push him away, but Mojia completely ignored it, and the power to imprison her strengthened, not allowing her to resist.
Huanhuan's eyes flashed, and without warning, she bit his lips hard with her teeth. In an instant, blood filled the air, but he didn't even frown. It wasn't until she felt the burning in her chest, weakness in her limbs, and shortness of breath that he
He let go of her slightly, but his hands never let go.
A bloody mouth suddenly appeared on Mo Jia's mouth. The bite was so hard that even the flesh could be seen. He ignored it completely and kept staring at her blurred eyes. He didn't know whether it was because of anger or shame, but her cheeks were stained with a delicate and charming smile.
Red, his eyes suddenly became a little softer.
Huan Huan woke up from his dream, quickly wiped his lips, and growled in shame and anger, "Damn it, I'm not your Yan Xihua!"
He can kiss as much as he wants, and do as he pleases, but has he ever cared about her feelings? He is so heartless, is he still expecting her to wag her tail and beg for mercy like a puppy?
Looking at her red eyes, he suddenly pinched her chin again and forced her to look at him, "You are not her, and don't compare yourself with her!"
Huanhuan felt a pain in her heart, bit her lip, and laughed a little at herself, "Yes, how can I compare with your sweetheart? In your eyes, she is superior, and I am nothing."
He narrowed his eyes, Huanhuan pushed his hand away, and stood up to leave. He quickly grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, close to his chest, and her long hair created a dazzling arc.
"Who are you? Okay, I'll tell you who you are!" The emotion on his perfect jade face was something she had never seen before, and there was a depth that was engraved in his heart and slowly spread on it.
"In the past five years, my only thought has been to find you! This thought is stronger than finding those mythical beasts!"
Huanhuan looked at him blankly, "Then...that's because you feel guilty..."
Maybe he still has some humanity left in him, and maybe he feels guilty towards her...
"Guilt?" Mojia Tu'er tugged at his thin lips and sneered, "Do you know how much blood has been stained on my hands? If you knew, you wouldn't think that I have such a thing as guilt.
"
Huanhuan's mind was completely confused. She didn't understand what he meant by saying this.
"Why?" she asked blankly.
Without giving her a chance to escape, he approached her again and said word for word, "I'm very glad that you chose to keep our child, just because you are the child's mother! I don't like to see you cry, I don't like to see
You are injured. If anyone dares to do this, I can't wait to tear them apart! Now, as long as I catch you, I don't want to let you go. This idea is so strong that it will increase every day, and it has exceeded the limit of my self-control! You said, these
And why?”
Huanhuan's face was filled with confusion and disbelief. No matter what he said, she refused to believe it from the bottom of her heart. He left sadly five years ago and told her this again five years later. I'm sorry, her fragile heart couldn't adapt!
When the fog cleared, she actually smiled, "Mojia, what do you want to say? Did you say that you fell in love with me? This kind of thing is really ridiculous. Do you think I will believe it?"
Mojia's narrowed eyes slowly relaxed, and he reached out to touch her cheek, getting close to her, almost touching her. His slightly lower voice was full of charm, "Su Huanhuan, I like the way you reject me very much.
.”
Huanhuan was shocked and stared at him suspiciously.
Facing her, Mo Jia lowered the corners of his lips and smiled charmingly, touching the heart, "You refuse because you have fallen in love with her a long time ago."
"I didn't!" Huanhuan denied fiercely, her face turned red and her fists were clenched tightly.
Mojia pressed her between his chest and the wall. His picturesque face seemed to be covered by a piece of gauze. It was as perfect as an immortal. He got closer and closer, so close that he could feel her disordered breathing. He said
When he came out, it was like pampering a wayward child, "I can allow you to reject me now until... when you study that ancient art again~"
Huan Huan was dumbfounded, completely shocked by Mo Jia like this. His temptation was no longer mixed with the slightest hint of ambiguity, it was so naked and so clear that she blushed and her heart beat.
Seeing her look, he smiled with satisfaction, took a step back, and gave her a safe distance and fresh air, "Su Huanhuan, if you are smart enough, you should know why I forced you to divorce, but I didn't.
Sign? Why can I indulge Yan Xihua like that, but yet I delay marrying her."
Huanhuan stared at him closely, her brows knitted together, "What on earth do you want to say?"
Mo Jia retreated to the door, his eyes were like silk, all the hidden emotions were revealed, and the answer was ready to come out.
"Only when you discover it yourself will you cherish it more."
Just like he discovered and felt it, it became a treasure that he cherished extremely.
Staring at her deeply, he turned around and left her study.
In the study, it was quiet again, Huanhuan stood there, thinking about what he had just said.
If she's smart enough...
Mo Jia walked downstairs, his eyebrows slightly raised and the corners of his mouth raised. Zhong Kun looked up and saw the corners of his mouth, and let out a cry of joy.
Just now, it must have been "intense" enough.
"Uncle Mojia, what's wrong with your mouth?" Su Xiaoyou climbed onto his lap again, stared at his wound, and asked curiously.
"It's okay, we just bumped into each other." Mojia said lightly.
"Uncle Mojia is so careless!"
Zhong Kun suppressed his laughter and said, "It should be said that your mother was not careful."
Su Xiaoyou was puzzled, "Why?"
Mojia closed his eyes and said, "You talk so much, go find those mythical beasts when you have time!"
"Yes, I'm an eyesore here." Zhong Kun held the analyzer and walked towards the laboratory upstairs. As he walked, he said, "The old man called you just now and asked you to go back immediately. I'm not
It has been brought to me, the decision is yours."