cuddling in his arms

Chapter 11 Let's start over
Looking at Mo Xiaoli's thin back, Mo Shaohua felt a pain in his heart, as if a sharp thorn had been pierced deeply. He moved faster than he realized, and stretched out his hand to hold Mo Xiaoli's hand. Mo Xiaoli looked at him blankly. , he smiled lightly and said nothing.

The two went upstairs hand in hand, and met Aunt Zhang next door at the corner of the stairs on the second floor. She held onto Mo Xiaoli because she was a bit of a parent, and before leaving, she took a special look at Mo Shaohua and said, "Xiao Li! , is this your brother?"

Then he patted Mo Shaohua on the shoulder and said, "Is the young man still dating? Auntie will introduce one to you. Go back and tidy up. Seeing the girl, you will feel refreshed."

Mo Shaohua smiled awkwardly, and Mo Xiaoli waved at Aunt Zhang and said, "Aunt Zhang, let's go up first." Then he rushed upstairs with Mo Shaohua.

Rushing up, Mo Xiaoli was panting and caressing his chest, which was a little funny, and was about to turn around and arrange for Mo Shaohua to take a bath, when suddenly his waist tightened, Mo Shaohua hugged her from behind, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Little Li ,follow me."

His head was buried in the crook of her neck, and the faint fragrance of alcohol lingered on Mo Xiaoli's breath. She almost blurted out the word "yes", but suddenly thought of An Ziqing's eyes, which were as sharp as eagles and vicious. , as cold as ice.

She shivered, turned around, distanced herself from Mo Shaohua, looked him straight in the eyes, and said sadly, "Shaohua, we probably won't be able to be together anymore."

Mo Shaohua became a little anxious, took Mo Xiaoli's hand and said: "We can leave here, leave this city, we can live abroad, as long as you are still by my side, everything is fine, we start over."

"Impossible, I..." Mo Xiaoli hesitated to speak, but felt that it was hard to say, she slowly loosened the blanket wrapped around her body, the clear traces of love on her neck were so dazzling.

Mo Shaohua didn't know what it was like in his heart. He was actually emotionally withdrawn. He couldn't accept that his woman had anything to do with any man, but this woman was Mo Xiaoli. He couldn't live without her. I don't know. Is it love or dependence, or habit.

He was stunned for a long time, and Mo Xiaoli was a little disappointed. She originally thought he wouldn't mind, but seeing his expression as if he had eaten a fly, he still did. She was thinking just now, as long as he doesn't mind, no matter what, She would go with him no matter what price she paid, but he still minded.

She picked up the blanket that fell on the floor and threw it on the sofa. She lowered her eyelashes, resisting the tears that would burst out of her eyes, and walked into the kitchen as a disguise, and said as she walked, "Let me cook a bowl of noodles for you."

In the kitchen, Mo Xiaoli leaned his back against the door and burst into tears. He knew that he would mind, but when he saw his expression, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken and wronged.

I don't know how long I cried, but I only heard Mo Shaohua's voice outside the door, "Xiaoli, are you crying?"

Mo Xiaoli wiped away his tears indiscriminately, sucked his nose and said, "No, I'm cooking noodles."

Mo Shaohua sighed outside the door, and he said again: "You don't have to lie to me, I know you must be crying, you love to cry since you were young, and you still don't admit it when you cry, every time I have to coax you for a long time before you can say Own grievance."

"This time I know that my reaction just now made you sad, but you believe me, I don't mind you, I just feel sorry for you, and I feel sorry for you being hurt by him..."

Before the words were finished, the kitchen door opened with a whimper, and Mo Xiaoli threw herself into Mo Shaohua's arms, crying non-stop. After a long time, she said: "Let's go, never again came back."

(End of this chapter)