He closed his eyes briefly. What had happened was already done; regretting now was useless. The only option left was to figure out how their relationship would continue.
After showering, he came out and saw Gu Qian wrapped in a thin blanket, curled up in a corner of the sofa. Her small face still bore traces of tears. With his hair damp and messy, he stood before her.
Gu Qian trembled in fear; in front of Mo Beichen, she was always the weaker one.
Mo Beichen gritted his teeth, suppressing the rising anger. He said softly, "Go take a shower; I'll take you out for dinner."
Gu Qian remained curled up, unmoving. Mo Beichen's patience wore thin, and he suddenly stooped to pick her up. Her reaction was strong, "Don't touch me!"
Mo Beichen froze, and after a moment, he withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes to look at her. In her heart, he was probably just a vicious tyrant. He straightened up, "If you don't want me to touch you, then go by yourself."
