The collar was being pulled down continuously. She was wearing a buttoned top, and you could clearly hear the sound of buttons popping open one by one.
Tearing, the cold air-conditioning penetrated into the room, and Chanel shivered with fear.
"Mu Xicheng..." She struggled sparing no effort, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Her struggle seemed so weak to him.
His dark eyes were so deep, like two large demonic holes that could not be seen through, looking intently at her underneath him.
The sight in his eyes made his breathing become heavier, and his rationality was completely lost.
The longing that had been suppressed for so many years seemed to be unable to come back, and it swept him into the whirlpool of desire like a tidal wave.
His fingers seemed to be filled with fire as they roamed over her fair and tender skin, wanting to take every inch of her skin as his own, wanting to make her completely his!
Did she become his...
Will everything end completely differently?
The only thing he lost to Su Shijie was that he hadn't gotten her yet.
He couldn't tolerate Chanel getting closer and closer to Su Shijie, and he couldn't tolerate that she was not his!
He leaned down and kissed her again, but a sudden sound of clapping shook him back to his senses.
There was bright moisture in Chanel's eyes. She clutched her clothes tightly and stared at him:
"Mu Xicheng, I will hate you."
Mu Xicheng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.
Then, he laughed deeper and deeper, and his laughter became louder and louder, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
Smiling, but the corners of his mouth dropped, he pulled away and straightened out his wrinkled clothes...
She just said that she hated him, and it was not the first time she said this. As early as four years ago, she had said that she hated him and would never forgive him, no matter what he did——
Even if he died, he would not be forgiven by her.
Since she has always hated her, why should he be afraid of her hating her more?
Mu Xicheng, you really failed.
Chanel clutched her clothes tightly, her hair was messy and her clothes were disheveled. She ran out of bed and wanted to escape from this place.
Mu Xicheng's faint voice sounded: "Wait."
Chanel didn't stop, grabbing the door handle and trying to open the lock——
Mu Xicheng said quietly: "You ran out of my ward like this. Do you know what will happen tomorrow? I don't care, can you bear the consequences?"
Chanel's hand holding the doorknob tightly was shaking hard, and even her shoulders were shaking.
Mu Xicheng walked to the locker, picked up a big T-shirt and handed it to her: "Change into it."
Chanel just stood in front of the door with her back to him, motionless.
He said softly: "Xia Nai?"
A hand rested on her shoulder.
She immediately raised all her spines like a wounded hedgehog and opened his hand: "Don't touch me!"
Mu Xicheng seemed to have expected something, and grabbed her arm suddenly, forcing her to turn back. Chanel quickly lowered her face, and bright tears fell from mid-air.
Chanel bit her lip tightly.
She told herself that no matter what happened, she would not cry! Even if she cried, it would not help, it was just a cowardly behavior!
Why, when he hurt herself like that, she still felt heartache?
Maybe I subconsciously thought that anyone could do this to her, except Mu Xicheng.
It's really ridiculous. She hurt him first, so why do you think he will remain the same?