Huanhuan jumped away suddenly, pointed at him and then at herself. In desperation, she yelled, "I didn't molest you!"
Mo Jia slowly sat up. With his silver hair and red eyes, he looked morbidly and enchanting.
Shou's charm prevails! Is there any?
His complexion recovered a lot and was no longer so pale. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her sideways. He didn't say anything, but pointed at his lips. It seemed that there was still someone's glistening saliva on them...
Huanhuan's face turned red, and she knelt down and explained hastily, "You fainted again just now and have difficulty breathing. I'm just helping you with artificial respiration like last time!!"
He raised his eyebrows higher and said meaningfully, "Last time?"
Huanhuan paused for a moment, then turned away and muttered angrily, "What else? Could it be that you can still heal yourself!"
His bloody red eyes locked her, with a hint of animalistic lust brewing in his eyes.
He suddenly grabbed her chin and, amidst her astonishment, approached her, "Why aren't you afraid of me?"
Huanhuan was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Don't you see, I'm like a monster? In the next second, I will swallow you, maybe." He raised the corners of his lips and sneered slyly.
At this second, his whole body exuded a frightening and dangerous aura. He was indeed like a dangerous beast. If he got close, he would be doomed.
Huanhuan's fair little chin already had red marks from being pinched by him. She frowned in pain, turned her face away stubbornly, and glared at him, "Have you changed your body and become a monster? Your endurance is too low.
Alright?"
He narrowed his red eyes, stood up, and suddenly stretched out his hand.
Huanhuan shrank her neck in fright, but she saw him grabbing the pen barrel on the table, and with just a squeeze, two obvious fingerprints appeared on the pen barrel.
Su Huan Huan Huan Huan.
Damn, that’s solid!!!
Huanhuan stood there, not daring to move, watching Mojia twist the stylus bucket into the shape of a poop like plasticine, and then easily threw it into the trash can.
"One day, maybe you will be like this pen barrel." He closed his red eyes and said indifferently, "Even so, aren't you afraid?"
That kind of bland tone has no warmth, and even contains a hint of self-deprecation.
Huanhuan's heart trembled, and she raised her eyes to stare at him.
The wind blew, lifting the curtains slightly, letting in a few rays of sunlight, full of vitality. But he turned his face sideways, seeming a little repelled.
He... hates himself.
Why, what she felt at this moment was not fear, but...
Feeling distressed.
She smiled hard, walked closer to him, and looked at him seriously with her big watery eyes, "When you were at the airport, you knew I was lying to you, but you still took me home. This shows that
, you have a good heart, so you won't hurt me."
His body trembled, and he slowly met her clear eyes. After just a glance, he turned his face away and sneered, "The Mo family is so big, I don't care if there is one more person, I just use you to show my love to you."
Grandpa demonstrates.”
Huan Huan's expression froze.
To be honest, it’s really hurtful!!
"No matter what, you just won't hurt anyone!" Her firm look made him squint his eyes, and his narrow eyes, bloody red, slowly opened and released little by little.
Lowering his eyes, he suddenly said, "What will happen to you for molesting me?"