Xu Su felt her scarf being pulled away as the man before her buried his face in her neck. She realized he loved to nuzzle into the crook of her neck and take in her scent.
"What did you and he talk about in the hotel room last night? What did you do?"
Zhou Mochen asked anyway, his trembling lips brushing against the skin of her neck. "Susu, do you really still love me?"
He was so fragile it was unreal, and Xu Su's heart clenched painfully.
"So, what did you do...? Did he kiss you?"
"…" Xu Su was speechless. Before, she could have firmly stated that they had broken up, but now… she… she actually felt guilty.
Zhou Mochen felt her stiffen, and his eyes grew darker.
'So, he did kiss her…'
'Then again, that made sense. If it were him, he wouldn't have stopped at just a kiss. He wouldn't have left the room at all. Three hours would've been nowhere near enough.'
'He would have kept her in bed for three days.'
