In the dark study room, the atmosphere was so deep and depressing that there was no response from behind. It was quiet, as if watching a pantomime performed by her alone.
Huanhuan held back the bitterness in her heart, lowered her head and smiled, "I will remember to report tonight's taxi fare to the public account."
After saying that, she turned around to leave, but without wanting to, she bumped into the wall with a "thud".
Huanhuan cried out in pain, covered his forehead and squatted down, "It hurts..."
Tears moistened my eyes, and they were coming so fiercely that I couldn't stop them, and rolled down my cheeks one by one.
She bit her lip to prevent herself from crying.
She would cry, it must be because of the pain. She didn't even have time to prepare, and she was hit hard, so hard, so leaving no room...
Suddenly, a pair of big hands picked her up abruptly and pulled away the broken hair from her forehead, and the cold palms immediately covered it.
The pain was numbed at this moment.
Huanhuan couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could only feel his hands rubbing her red and swollen parts rhythmically. Every stroke was as gentle as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Such tenderness should not be treated towards her...
It shouldn't be.
Huan Huan's tears fell more and more fiercely, Mo Jia's hand movements stopped, and the air seemed to freeze again.
"Don't cry." His indifferent tone had a hint of deepness. But in Huanhuan's ears, it was so fierce that she couldn't bear it. She quickly pushed his hand away and choked out, "I am the one who was hit.
, why can’t I cry? It hurts, do you know?!”
Mo Jia frowned and his face darkened a bit.
Huanhuan turned around, faced the wall, and cried heartily.
Her forehead hurts, and her heart also hurts inexplicably. Everything hurts, so why does it matter which one she is crying for?
The person behind her took a deep breath and directly pulled her shoulders, and Huanhuan was immediately embraced into a somewhat cold embrace.
She was stunned, her eyes widened, and tears fell down.
"I don't like you crying." His domineering tone seemed to be explaining his behavior at the moment.
"Why?" she murmured. In the darkness, his handsome face was full of fatal temptation.
Since you don't like her, why do you want to offend her?
Mo Jia's slightly lowered eyes looked into the confusion in her eyes, and his arms tightened little by little. After a long time, he said, "I also want to know the answer."
Why, seeing her tears made him feel sad.
This feeling is as distant as having experienced it several lives, strange yet familiar.
Su Huanhuan no longer persists, no longer pretends, and she doesn’t want the little ambiguities he throws at her from time to time!
She opened her mouth and was about to speak when a soft and sweet voice came from outside the door, "Mojia?"
Mo Jia was startled, his brows knitted together, and he slowly let go of his embrace, but his eyes became darker.
Huanhuan looked at him and suddenly laughed, a bit self-deprecating.
Su Huanhuan, Su Huanhuan, what are you looking forward to?
Yan Xihua was sure that he was in the study. Even though there was no response, she stood persistently outside the door and said softly, "Mojia, I want to see you."
Mo Jia pursed her pale lips, her eyes were as red as blood, and her brows were slightly furrowed. He turned around and turned on the light, paused for a moment, and walked straight to the door without looking at Huan Huan standing behind him.