Mo Hexuan looked at her puffing cheeks and glaring eyes, and chuckled: "Alright, sleep, goodnight."
Then he turned and got into bed, turning off the light with a swipe of his hand.
Qin Youxue lay on her side and quickly felt the man's arms wrap around her, his broad and warm chest pressed against her back, their heartbeats overlapping.
Such an intimate posture, yet there was no relationship between them.
She wasn't even his kept mistress, just a fleeting object of his amusement.
Mo Hexuan's professed love, she wouldn't believe a single word of it; in this world, no one would treat someone they like this way.
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The next day.
When she woke up, Mo Hexuan was already gone.
She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the sun was high in the sky, she didn't know what time it was.
Her body was sore, after an intense hour in the private room last night, she felt utterly broken, like a puppet beaten into pieces.
