"Where does it hurt?" he asked again, his intelligence having mostly returned.
Chu Yao turned her head, pouting, "Brother, you pinched me yourself, asking me where it hurts makes no sense."
Mo Tingshen sat up, "You're pretending again."
Her crying was fake. Who cries without red eyes and only tears? Her aggrieved look was all an act. No wonder she's a movie queen, she even fooled him.
Chu Yao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, elbows propping her up as she raised her upper body, looking disinterested, "You're really boring."
"Why did you come back?"
Chu Yao's long hair hung down her back, she twirled a strand around her fingertip, speaking indifferently, "Aren't you getting married tomorrow?"
Mo Tingshen sneered, "Weren't you avoiding trouble, staying far away? What mischief are you up to, coming back quietly now?"
"I don't want to cause trouble."
Chu Yao turned over, but instead of lying down, she rolled over onto him, half her body pressing against his heart.
