The furious flames of jealousy burned ever brighter, as Luo Xiao clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands, "I only want Xiao Ran..."
Bam—
Mo Nanjue raised his hand and fired a shot right at Luo Xiao's shoulder.
Blood splattered, and his subordinate quickly supported him, "Young Master!"
Luo Xiao fell backward entirely, reached out to cover his shoulder, warm liquid soaking his palm, his eyes brimming with sorrow, enduring the pain, he lifted his head, "Mo Nanjue, even when I beg you like this, you still won't give her back to me?"
Mo Nanjue lightly raised an eyebrow, his index finger spinning the handle of the gun, "Do you think your kneeling is worth anything? Even if you bowed and offered me a billion, I'd find it filthy!"
Luo Xiao's shoulders trembled, he laughed until he cried, of course, he was filthy, everyone thought he was filthy, but he was just in love. He truly didn't understand, where did he go wrong?
