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Brother Ziran, are you crying?

"Brother Ziran …" Zhao Xi wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Eh?" Mo Ziran bit on her neck as he casually replied without raising his head.

Mo Ziran's hands lightly moved across her body, the gentle breeze on the balcony blew, and the starlight shone under the sky.

"I didn't sleep with An Ziqi." In order to make Mo Bai feel at ease, he could only allow An Ziqi to stay by his side.

"…"

Which meant that he was still with An Ziqi.

A slight pain slowly spread out from the bottom of Zhao Xi's heart: "Did I ask you this? I don't care. "

"I care." Mo Ziran laughed softly, his eyes shining slightly.

It was just a simple sentence, but Zhao Xi's heart miraculously calmed down.

"Because you have no conscience!" Mo Ziran thought about the phone call just now, and his face immediately darkened again, "Who allowed you to call him?!"

"…"

Could this man's speed of turning on his face be a little faster?

"I didn't know he was going to pick up the phone. And you called him." Zhao Xi's voice was low like a mosquito's, as he said angrily but did not dare to voice out.

Mo Ziran grabbed her waist with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, he stared at her and fiercely asked: "I can't scold him yet?!"

"…"

He had already scolded.

Zhao Xi held back, and did not hold back: "This is a barbarian's method."

"… …." Say that again! " Mo Ziran sat up, hugging Zhao Xi's waist, allowing her to sit on her lap. The two of them faced each other naked, as Mo Ziran threatened in a dangerous tone, "Where am I barbaric?!"

"…"

Zhao Xi was so embarrassed and angry that he wanted to get down, but she held her waist and did not move: "Do you want to anger me to death?! "You're pissing me off, aren't you and that Fang guy together?!"

"How can you be so outrageous!" Zhao Xi wanted to hit him, but her shoulder was still bandaged. She clenched her fists, but was unable to do so.

"Zhao Xi!"

Mo Ziran was angry, how was he going overboard? You call it going too far just because you scolded someone with the surname Fang? Then what if he killed Fang? Was this woman going to crucify him?!

"You are being unreasonable! It's not excessive at all! "

Realizing that Mo Ziran wanted to pull her closer, Zhao Xi immediately shouted in shock.

Mo Ziran completely ignored her, lifted her thigh and entered her body once more as Zhao Xi fiercely cried out.

"I've been rather busy these past few days. Why don't you rest in bed so that you don't have to call any wild men the moment you have enough energy?" Mo Ziran gritted his teeth as he said this in her ear.

"…"

Zhao Xi wanted to cry, but no tears came out. She could only passively endure the impact, afraid that she would fall down and only be able to cling onto his body.

The wind was cold, so Mo Ziran picked Zhao Xi up. Zhao Xi immediately put both her legs on her waist, and when her slender fingers grazed past Mo Ziran's back, she was startled, as if she felt something, and gently caressed that piece of skin once more.

Mo Ziran quickened his pace and threw her onto the bed. He reached out his hand and turned off the light.

"Are you hurt?" Zhao Xi pressed both of his hands on top of his head, and even though he wanted to get up to check on his back, he was unable to resist the force from Mo Ziran.

"No!" Mo Ziran buried his head in her chest and continued with his actions, his voice unclear and unclear.

Zhao Xi struggled and twisted her body anxiously: "Then let me have a look!"

Mo Ziran frowned and lowered his head as he bit her with a lot of strength. Zhao Xi cried out in pain: "You're crazy!"

"… …." You still dare to scold me?! "

Mo Ziran's body sank into her, he opened his eyes wide, just as he was about to say something, it turned into a broken moan.

"You are lacking in discipline!"

Not giving Zhao Xi the chance to speak, Mo Ziran lowered his head and sealed her lips with a kiss.

Threads of gentle wind blew in from the balcony. Zhao Xi and Mo Ziran locked their fingers together.

On the second day, when Zhao Xi woke up, it was as if a carriage had run over him and she could not muster up any strength. She sat on the sofa beside the bed with her legs crossed and looked at her, in a good mood: "Do you want to go for a walk?"

Zhao Xi glared at him hatefully, grabbed a pillow and threw it at Mo Ziran, but seeing that her hands lacked strength, Mo Ziran easily caught the pillow: "You don't want to go?"

"…"

Zhao Xi turned her head, "Not going!"

"Are you really not going?" Mo Ziran sat on the side of the bed, and pulled her up by the arm, "If you don't, I'll continue!"

"…"

Zhao Xi's face flushed red: You're just a pervert!

"Can you change your words when you're scolding me?" Pervert, Brawler, pervert. These words were all over again without any new meaning.

"…" What new words do you want to use to scold people? As long as it was effective!

Zhao Xi glared at him: "Pervert!"

"…"

Mo Ziran's face darkened, "You really cursed?!"

Zhao Xi looked at him with her clear black and white eyes: "Pervert!"

"…"

Mo Ziran suddenly let go of his hands, and Zhao Xi screamed out loud and fell back onto the bed. Mo Ziran knelt on the side of the bed, both hands holding onto Zhao Xi, and said arrogantly: "I will give you three minutes to apologize, otherwise, I will have people bring in breakfast!"

"…"

Her robe was loose and loose, and now that she was pressed down on the bed by Mo Ziran, if anyone saw her like this, it would be better for her to be smashed to death!

"Good, it's already been three minutes!" Hurry up and apologize! "

"…"

How could he be so fast!

"Hurry up!" Mo Ziran tugged on her hand twice, indicating that he no longer had the patience, "If you don't apologize, I'll call for help!"

"…"

Zhao Xi stared at him angrily, how could there be such a shameless person!

"You're still glaring at me?" Mo Ziran's brows twitched, and he bellowed outside, "Men!"

"Ah! You're not allowed to yell!" Zhao Xi struggled, "You are going too far! You are not allowed to yell! "

"Then quickly apologize!"

"… …." "I'm sorry!" Zhao Xi shouted at him aggrievedly, her expression and words did not mean the same thing.

"Is this the attitude of someone apologizing?" Mo Ziran released her hands, and laughed evilly with both of his hands, his perfect facial features looking extremely repulsive, "Only by throwing yourself into her arms will I be able to please you."

"…"

Who wants to please him?

"Hurry up and kiss me!" Mo Ziran smiled, staring at her.

"…"

Zhao Xi quickly tidied up her clothes, and even grabbed a blanket to cover himself. His voice was a little muffled as it passed through the thin blanket, "No!"

Go get someone! She was ready!

"…"

Mo Ziran reached out to pull her blanket and hugged his tightly from the inside. He tried to pull it away but in his fury, he reached out and scooped her up along with her blanket, "I originally wanted to bring you out, but now it seems like you prefer beds even more."

"…"

Zhao Xi unwillingly asked: Where are you going?

"I'll tell you if you kiss me." Mo Ziran took Zhao Xi's head out from under the blanket and smiled at her, "Hurry."

"Brother Ziran, you are too young!" Zhao Xi stared at him disdainfully, then leaned over to kiss his face.

Mo Ziran's face darkened: "... Can you be any more perfunctory?! "

Zhao Xi pushed him away and said unhappily, "Are you going or not?!"

"…"

Mo Ziran was so angry that he wanted to hit her, but he couldn't bear to do it. He angrily took the blanket and covered Zhao Xi's head.

Don't be annoyed if you can't see!

Notre Dame.

Zhao Xi had already heard of this place countless of times, but this was the first time she had ever been here.

Mo Ziran pulled her into the theater. Every place was guarded by bodyguards, but the theater was empty except for the two of them.

Zhao Xi suddenly thought back to Ireland, where Mo Ziran had obviously left the Consortium and went into a life of two people fleeing for his life. However, he still seemed to be alive and overbearing.

"Brother Ziran, you escaped from the Mo family, how could you have so many bodyguards?"

Zhao Xi and Mo Ziran sat in the middle of the theater, waiting for the opera to begin.

"Even if I'm not in the Mo family anymore, I can still raise you." Mo Ziran shot her a glance. What problem is this? Could it be that he would have nothing left after leaving the Mo family?

"Then let's go." Zhao Xi blurted out.

"…"

Mo Ziran was startled, he lowered his head and looked at her: "Leave?"

Since the words had already been said, Zhao Xi did not want to go back on her words. She lightly nodded her head and said softly in the theater: "Mn, let's go, let's escape once more."

"…"

Mo Ziran turned and looked at the stage.

The music started to play. When Zhao Xi thought that she would not answer her, Mo Ziran's low and sexy voice descended once again. "I won't run away, and I won't compromise any further."

"…"

Zhao Xi looked at Mo Ziran in shock: "Brother Ziran?"

Mo Ziran clenched his hands tightly, his face was handsome and perfect in the dim theater: "I will hold your hand and declare to everyone that Zhao Xi is my, Mo Ziran's, person."

His heart was beating so hard that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his throat. His eyes were deep and dark, his thin lips were almost pressed into a straight line, as he knocked on Zhao Xi's heart again and again.

"But Brother Ziran, I don't want you to work so hard." Zhao Xi's face was extremely clean, and clear patterns that were like rippling water appeared in his vision. From Mo Ziran's eyes, it was easy for him to guess what Yun Che was thinking.

The light in Mo Ziran's eyes flickered, "Mn."

His voice sounded like he was squeezed out, and his pitch black eyes sparkled a little. Zhao Xi wanted to look at him subconsciously, but Mo Ziran had extended his hand out and covered her eyes.

When Zhao Xi saw his face once again, the expression in Mo Ziran's eyes had returned to normal. Zhao Xi held onto Mo Ziran's fingers: "Brother Ziran."

"The opera."

had read about it in the books when she was still in school, but now that she was really sitting in Notre Dame de Paris and watching Shakespeare's play, her mind kept replaying the scene where Mo Ziran's eyes were sparkling and translucent, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

His expression was no longer as cold and fierce as before, but a little more gentle, causing Zhao Xi to be in a bit of a daze.

She turned and looked at Mo Ziran, who was staring straight at the people on stage. His eyes were pitch black and his expression was serious.

"So, Brother Ziran, you were crying just now, right?"