There was a hint of warning in her tone, but Xiao Mo just held onto her, refusing to let go or speak. He kept his eyes closed and his lips pursed.
"Xiao Mo, I'm not Yao Jia." Xia Chuqing solemnly said in his ear, "Look carefully, I am Xia Chuqing, the Xia Chuqing you hate the most. Let go of my hand, and let's talk properly."
Xia Chuqing was scared of Xiao Mo, if he tried to kiss her again...
Thinking of the kiss just now, she felt her face flush and her heart race, her breath unsteady.
But this time, Xiao Mo made no movements.
"Hey, did you hear what I said? Xiao Mo!" Xia Chuqing raised her voice.
Still no response, Xia Chuqing shook his hand, only to realize he had fallen asleep.
He slept soundly, but Xia Chuqing was uneasy.
She hadn't even taken off her clothes yet, reeking of alcohol, and more importantly, she had never shared a bed with a man before.
Yet Xiao Mo held her hand like a child without a sense of security, refusing to let go.
