Xu Su closed her eyes. The familiar feeling of suffocation washed over her again. Why was loving someone so painful?
She loved him so much, so why was it so painful!
After the anguish in her chest finally settled, Xu Su lifted her gaze slightly and said in a low voice, "Then let me tell you—I've never been with anyone but you."
"Mm..." Zhou Mochen nodded and captured her lips in a kiss. "I believe you. I believe everything you say."
He kissed her for who knows how long before he slowly released her. The darkness in the depths of his eyes was startling. He pulled open the passenger side door. "Come home with me."
"I don't want to go."
"Be good. You can be angry with me tomorrow," Zhou Mochen's eyelids drooped, his voice softening as he coaxed her. "Come home with me today. I'll bring you back tomorrow, okay?"
Xu Su stood motionless. "What the hell is wrong with you today?"
"'What the hell is wrong with me...'" Zhou Mochen repeated in a low voice, then suddenly laughed.
