Late at night, indulging in self-abuse here?!
Moo Huantong hastily turned her face away, fumbling to grab the quilt, her voice as hoarse as could be, "It's nothing... I'm tired, I really need to sleep."
She said as she was about to turn over.
Mo Beiyan's large hand grasped her shoulders, preventing her from moving. His gaze scanned to the corner of her eye, where there were traces of tears that hadn't fallen.
Both of her eyes were bloodshot.
Nothing?
This is clearly hitting herself, hitting herself until she cried.
Mo Beiyan didn't speak, just stared at her face.
Moo Huantong opened her eyes in fright, her blindness made her fear the silent environment. She shook her head, "It's really nothing..."
Mo Beiyan sat down at the edge of the bed, reaching out to pinch her chin, "Why hit yourself?"
He asked directly.
But Moo Huantong didn't know how to answer.
Why hit yourself?
The answer was right in front of her...
