Mo Yaochen groaned very softly, his face changed in pain, and he quickly held the clothes hanger with his quick hands to make it stand steady.

Bei Wanxing hit her head on the corner of the bed and felt dizzy. She curled up and lay on the floor. She felt sore from the fall to her waist and lower abdomen...

She couldn't move for a moment and didn't see the scene where he was hit.

Mo Yaochen slowed down, gritted his teeth and stood up straight. The woman on the ground did not move. He leaned over to pull her, "Bao Zaoyue, get up!"

He bent down and wanted to lift her up, but his hands just touched her legs. Bei Wanxing was like a frightened bird, curled up and stepped back, subconsciously shouting, "No!"

Mo Yaochen paused with his outstretched hands.

Her expression was frightened, panicked, and nervous...

It's like he is the most disgusting virus. Once infected, she will go to hell with him.

Yes, she must know a hundred times better than him how toxic the medicine she gave him was.

He is her target, how can she involve herself in it?

If he insists on having sex with her tonight, will she be able to commit suicide by biting her tongue?

Mo Yaochen didn't move anymore. He straightened up. The place where she hit him on the right side of his face was burning with pain. He narrowed his eyes coldly, picked up the bathrobe on the floor and walked outside.

"Mo Yaochen!" Bei Wanxing's voice suddenly sounded, and Mo Yaochen interrupted her, "Aren't you feeling well? Have a good sleep!"

"Bang--"

The door was closed, and the words "I didn't mean to hit you in the face" were covered by the sound of the door closing. The man could not hear it at all. Bei Wanxing choked with sobs in his throat and stared blankly at the closed door.

She knew that he was angry.

She didn't want to make him angry, and she didn't want to push him away... He was the man she loved, how could she want to push him away...

But... what to do?

She kept telling herself that the only good thing about him being angry was that he would not touch her. At least this way, he would not be in danger of being infected...

As long as he's fine.

It's better that he doesn't get hurt.

Bei Wanxing tried to stand up, but she was unable to get up because of the discomfort in her abdomen. Her mind was in chaos. She fell back weakly and lay on her back on the cold floor of the bedroom.

The scene of her mother's left hand being chopped off reappeared, intertwined with the scene of Mo Yaochen pressing her and tearing her apart...

It was like a pair of big hands, cruelly stirring inside her head.

Bei Wanxing had a splitting headache and an unbearable soreness at the tip of her nose. She turned her face away, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes into her messy hair...

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study.

Mo Yaochen was wearing a bathrobe, without a belt, hanging loosely on his side. He stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, staring out the window.

There was not a single star in the night sky, no stars could be seen, and it was so dark that it seemed like it would never end.

Mo Yaochen picked up the cigarette and lighter beside him, lit one and put it to his lips.

The first puff he took was too strong, and he coughed out suddenly. The strong smell of tobacco entered his nose, irritating him and causing him to cough non-stop, leaving a lump in his throat.

Mo Yaochen has never smoked cigarettes, and this is his first one.

Tong Ran wouldn't let him smoke when he was at home, saying it was bad for his health. Mo Nanjue also quit smoking completely because of Tong Ran, and no one smoked at home.

People say that cigarettes can drive away bitterness and sadness. Mo Yaochen never thought that this thing could really work before. Is it not bitter or sad after taking one puff?

Damn it!

But now he took another puff of the cigarette and became surprisingly addicted.

He just stood smoking, sipping cigarettes and lighting them up, one cigarette after another...

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Chapter completed!