It feels like countless hands are scratching at my throat.
Unbearable.
"I warn you again, stop causing trouble. If I leave now, I'll pretend tonight never happened."
"Ah."
Chu Yao gently called out. She used her chin to prod his chest, looking up to find his eyes, "How could you pretend it never happened, which part are you talking about?"
Mo Tingshen couldn't bear to look straight into those eyes.
He turned his head to the side.
In the brief moment his gaze shifted away, he failed to notice the cold mockery that flashed across Chu Yao's face.
Men are always saying one thing and meaning another; their bodies are more honest.
