'Kill her in bed...'
Before Xu Su could say anything, Zhou Mochen added through gritted teeth, "I really can't let myself think about it. Fuck! If anyone so much as dares to touch you, I'll kill them!"
Clearly, the hypothetical scenario had truly angered him. He stomped on the gas, sending the car speeding forward, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. "If I really missed out on the sixteen-year-old you, that's on me for being a fucking idiot. But Xu Su, if you dare to fall in love with someone else, I could really bring myself to kill you."
In Zhou Mochen's heart, Xu Su was the partner heaven had tailor-made for him, his lost rib.
He hadn't found his own rib right away, and that was his fault for being an idiot, but she absolutely could not be taken by someone else while he was looking for her.
