Fucking you to death... in bed...
Before Xu Su could even speak, Zhou Mochen added through gritted teeth, "I really can't think about it. Fuck, if anyone fucking dares to touch you, I'll kill them!"
Clearly, the hypothetical scenario had truly angered him. He slammed on the accelerator, sending the car flying forward, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. "If I really missed the sixteen-year-old you, it would be because I was a fucking idiot. But Xu Su, if you dared 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 own lost rib.
He had been a fucking idiot for not finding his own rib right away, but she absolutely could not be taken by someone else while he was searching.
Xu Su's eyes widened. She had never heard him curse before. In two lifetimes combined, this was the first time she'd ever heard him use foul language. It was so strange.
