?Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Butterflies in the Stomach Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Butterflies in the Stomach Qiao Ruoxin picked up the watch and, with great focus and care, fastened it around the man’s wrist.
All the while, Mo Chen was staring at her, as if he was trying to see right through her.
His dark eyes held depths like the ocean, the corners of his lips curling into a slight arc.
His memories drifted back to when Qiao Ruoxin was 12.
This little troublemaker had snatched a book from one of her male ssmates in a mischievous act, her youthful voice taunting, “I’m not giving it back to you! What can you do about it? Meh meh meh…”
Watching this scene, he had let out a light chuckle at the time.
Such a pretty little devil…
He had felt a surge of the desire to take her in hand.
After Qiao Ruoxin finished helping the man with the watch, she noticed he was staring at her intently.
She couldn’t help but call out, “Mo Chen, what are you thinking about?”
Mo Chen gazed at her moist, parting lips, his eyes darkening further. It had been four days since hest kissed her.
The next second, his hand, now wearing the watch, caught Qiao Ruoxin’s head from behind, and he leaned down to kiss her.
Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes widened, her pupils reflecting the man’s handsome features. As she watched him absorbed in the kiss, there was a sense of sexiness emanating from him.
Her long eyshes fluttered, then she closed her eyes, her slender fingers gripping the man’s suit jacket tightly.
Suddenly, the corners of her mouth lifted.
She remembered the first time Mo Chen kissed her, how he had stared at her for half an hour and then asked, “Little Ghost, can your brother kiss you?”
In that moment, her heart had skipped a beat, realizing that this feeling,bined with the summer night’s chirping of the cicadas, is what they call butterflies in the stomach.
When the kiss ended, shey panting on the man’s shoulder.
Mo Chen’s deep raspy voice sounded in her ear, “Wash off the makeup, then take a bath and go to sleep.”
She frowned, “What about you? Aren’t you sleeping?”
“This watch isn’t water-resistant; I’m not going to bathe, so no sleep.”
“????”
What kind of logic is that?
Qiao Ruoxin felt like her brain was struggling to follow.
“You’re going to wear it all night?”
The man’s arms encircled her slender waist, his low voice full of indulgence, “Mm…”
“…”
He was, after all, the son of Asia’s wealthiest man. What grandeur hadn’t he seen? Was he really making such a fuss over a watch?
Moreover, this watch she presented was definitely the cheapest one among all the watches Mo Chen owned.
“Go to sleep; don’t disturb me.”
Mo Chen pushed the woman in his arms away with an indifferent expression.
Qiao Ruoxin’s mouth twitched. What kind of ultimate jerk was this?
She turned and left the study. She did need to go to bed early; she had girl group duties tomorrow, especially since she had debuted in the center position.
As the door of the study closed, Mo Chen’s gaze fell on the watch on his wrist.
This Little Ghost did have some aesthetic sense; he could wear it often.
The smile at the corner of his mouth grew more pronounced as his long fingers sped the watch face, looking at the heart engraved on it. It was a cliché design, but stylishly done.
Just then, his phone chimed with a new message, a Weibo hot search notification.
Mo Chen nced at it with a disinterested expression, which quickly turned to anger.
[#Lu Xingyu Qiao Ruoxin Coborative Stage Performance# tops the hot search!]
Tonight was thest episode of “Idol 101,” the debut night performance.
The man picked up his phone, swiped the screen, and made a call, his voice cold, “Take down Qiao Ruoxin’s trending topic.”
After hanging up, he suddenly felt deted.
Just thinking about the night he saw Qiao Ruoxin and Lu Xingyu’s intimate dance moves on stage, his eyes were nothing but disdainful.