He kissed her lips harshly, with a touch of punishment, biting down.
"Mmm..."
"Mmm, don't bite me..." she whimpered, but couldn't escape.
"Who are you planning to take a bullet for, huh?" He wouldn't relent until she gave him a satisfactory answer.
Her little face flushed, her lips swollen, she only felt this man was truly not cute at all.
"I won't do it again... it hurts so much." Qiao Mo muttered softly.
He snorted lightly, barely satisfied, and finally let her go.
Seeing his expression soften a bit, Qiao Mo's courage grew, and she stealthily glanced at him. She noticed a shallow mark on his chin, made accidentally by her earlier, and could not help but feel a pang of heartache.
Her fingers gently grazed it: "It's broken."
"Yeah." He gazed at her, craving the moments spent with her.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly, cautiously.
"Yeah."
Qiao Mo pouted her lips, gently blowing on it, "I didn't mean to..."
"Yeah."
