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How painful

  General Xiao, don't make me angry!

  The warm touch from his skin was transmitted to her fingertips, so real... A sudden movement, Chu Huan suddenly came back to her senses, and the whole person bounced up from the bed, "Xiao Mo Ye?!" The things that happened at the airport were instantly remembered by her.

  He grasped her wrist tightly, a joyful expression on his face. "You remember me! You actually remember me!"

  "I... remember now, you're a movie star, you've made films before. Didn't I even ask for your autograph earlier?" She explained with embarrassment.

  "Is that all?" His pupils suddenly contracted.

  Chu Huan nodded, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

  Xiao Mo Ye's face gradually lost its joyful expression, his long fingers slowly tightening, squeezing the bones of Chu Huan's wrist.

  "Let go, it hurts!" Chu Huan exclaimed, unable to bear the pain.

  "Mo Ye, call me Mo Ye!" He lifted her wrist and pressed her palm against his cheek, gently rubbing it back and forth. His eyes were fixed on hers, as if trying to see through her thoughts.

  It's simply... threatening! Chu Huan was gritting her teeth and staring at the man in front of her, if Xiao Mo Ye's fans saw their idol like this, who knows what they would think.

  Pursing her lips, Chu Huan didn't say a word, and Xiao Mo Ye didn't urge her either. He simply slowly pressed his lips to her hand, giving her delicate kisses from the back of her hand to her palm, not even sparing each finger.

  His bony fingers dug into her wrist, making the bones crackle with a faint crunching sound. Yet his lips moved against hers with such tender gentleness that it was as if he had merged these two contradictory actions into one perfect whole. Chu Huan felt her scalp tingling all over, cold sweat breaking out on her back, and her wrist throbbing in agony.

  Heavens, if this keeps up, her hands will really break!

  And he, with his eyes fixed on her from start to finish, seemed to be waiting for her compromise.

  Chu Huan was afraid of pain, so even if she had any regrets, she could only bite her lip and say, "Is it just that as long as I call out your name, you'll let go of my hand?"

  Xiao Mo Ye stopped his kissing action and raised his head with a faint smile, "Yes."

  "Ink Night." These two words escaped her lips. Those who know the times are heroes... Hmm, she understood this when she was in elementary school. In the past, whenever her dad spanked her, she wouldn't say a word and would immediately apologize.

  He relaxed his five fingers and gently stroked her wrist with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?"

  "Ouch." She pouted, was this considered a slap in the face followed by a sweet date?

  "That's because I was angry just now." He rubbed her wrist.

  Chu Huan felt that she was a bit unable to keep up with Xiao Mo Ye's way of thinking. He was angry = did he want to hurt her?

  She didn't start from the beginning, instead she began to take in her surroundings: the luxurious room, with its furniture, floor and curtains all bearing a Baroque style, which happened to be one she liked.

  "Where is this?" she asked. All I remembered was that after the airport, my neck hurt and I fainted.

  "It's my villa. You fainted at the airport and I brought you here." he replied.

  "Was it you who deliberately hit me?" She looked at him suspiciously, thinking of this possibility.

  "Yes." He admitted calmly.

  He admitted it too quickly, so she was taken aback. Are the People's Liberation Army usually so quick to admit their mistakes?

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