Remembering Shen Chen's teasing, he began to slowly peck at Xu Su's lips. As he kissed her, he murmured hoarsely to the dead-drunk girl, "Be this well-behaved after you sober up, okay?"
'Stop trying to find ways to make me angry, alright?'
'That Xi Zirong...' At the thought of Xu Su allowing another man to call her Susu, Zhou Mochen's eyes turned cold.
He was genuinely furious. He couldn't even stand for her gaze to linger on someone else for a moment.
Let alone a male classmate who called her so intimately and obviously had designs on her.
Zhou Mochen gazed at the girl's sleeping face, his heart aching with a bitter pang. Though he knew she couldn't hear him, he continued to coax her softly, "Be a good girl, baby. Don't make me angry. Don't use other men to make me angry."
Suddenly, an idea struck him. He pulled her phone from Xu Su's pocket. Phones in those days had no pattern locks, fingerprint sensors, or facial recognition.
