?Chapter 203: Chapter 203: I Only Want You Chapter 203: Chapter 203: I Only Want You Half an hour had passed.
Mo Chen emerged from the room, radiating a fierce aura, his ck shirt sttered with bloodstains.
He wore a sullen expression as he put on his suit jacket.
“Mo Chen Brother, you…”
Qiao Ruoxin wanted to move forward and touch him but was angrily rebuked, “Don’te any closer! Dirty!”
Now his body was covered in bloodstains, of course, not his own.
It was easy to deduce that the man in the room had been beaten to a pulp.
Qiao Ruoxin looked at his handsome face, sshed with a few drops of blood.
She had known since two years ago, buried deep within Lord Mo’s bones lurked bloodthirsty violence, utterly terrifying.
The man nced at her and said in a subdued tone, “We’ll talk back home.”
“Okay.”
She obediently followed behind the man, leaving the Shenghao Hotel.
Riding in the car, nobody spoke a word the entire way.
Mo Chen’s right arm rested on the car window, his slender fingers supporting his forehead, his handsome features showing a trace of weariness as he closed his eyes.
His allergies had not subsided, their symptoms intensified by his earlier rage, causing an unbearable itching sensation, as if millions of ants were ceaselessly gnawing at him.
Qiao Ruoxin noticed the red spots on his neck had deepened in color.
Her eyshes trembled slightly, her lips parted lightly, but she hesitated to speak.
…
Inside the bedroom at the Mo Family Estate.
The sound of water running echoed from the bathroom.
The man had been inside for quite some time; his fastidiousness with cleanliness meant he wouldn’te out until perhaps an hourter.
Qiao Ruoxin had already finished taking a bath in the adjacent bathroom, her body emitting the faint, fresh scent of a girl after bathing.
Still the man did not appear.
She had no choice but to carry the small bucket of ice, making her way to the terrace.
Sitting on the outdoor sofa, she looked up at the ink-ck night sky where only a few stars twinkled.
She didn’t know how much time had passed when she heard the man’s deep footsteps from behind; she turned to look.
Mo Chen approached, wearing a navy blue robe, and sat on the sofa opposite her.
If it was any ordinary day, he would have certainlye over to embrace her.
It seemed Lord Mo was in great difort now.
Qiao Ruoxin stood up proactively, wrapped the ice cubes in a towel from the bucket, then sat beside the man.
“What are you doing?” His voice rose, slightly hoarse.
She directly opened the cor of his robe and saw the rash on his body had worsened, the red spots multiplying and severe…
“Is it extremely itchy? You need to cool down, or you’re going to itch even more. Also, you can’t rage, you need to stay calm…”
Qiao Ruoxin ced the towel-wrapped ice cubes on his chest, carefully helping him apply the coldpress, inch by inch.
The man’s dark eyes stared at her, unblinking.
“Little Ghost, what are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking… if it hadn’t been for you finding people to protect me discreetly all those years, would I have been vited a long time ago?”
“…”
Just the thought of that possibility frosted over the handsome features of the man.
Qiao Ruoxin suddenly let out a lightugh, “I suddenly feel that giving myself to you so early was a wise decision.”
His eyebrows arched, “Hmm?”
“If I had been vited by those fat and greasy men, I think I might really have been driven to suicide. Back at the hotel, I truly felt nauseous and disgusted…”
She looked up to meet his unfathomable eyes, “Mo Chen Brother, I don’t want any other men. Just the thought of being with another man disgusts me; I only want you.”
As a woman who had given all her firsts to Mo Chen, Qiao Ruoxin was ustomed to him, to the extent that she found it impossible to get used to anyone else.