Another ten days passed, and Xiao Xingshuang returned again. This time, without saying a word, she pinned Shen Mochen down and bit him. She wasn't getting into bed with Shen Mochen for pleasure; it seemed more like for revenge and self-destruction.
Although Shen Mochen wanted to make Xiao Xingshuang feel a bit better, she remained indifferent, going wild on her own, then collapsing on Shen Mochen.
Shen Mochen gently held Xiao Xingshuang: "Is it because your mom is in the hospital? I saw the medical records."
Xiao Xingshuang was silent for a moment: "…It has nothing to do with you."
"How can it have nothing to do with me? I'm your man, you're my woman." Shen Mochen gently stroked Xiao Xingshuang's waist, kissing the tears on her face.
"Heh..." Xiao Xingshuang couldn't help but laugh twice, not sure if it was self-mockery or mockery, "What do you know?"
"I know you need money."
"So what? It's none of your business."
Again and again, Xiao Xingshuang insisted on this point.
