After the phone rang once, no one answered, hung up automatically, and stopped ringing.

On the bed, Ye Sijue asked Mo Xiaomeng once.

Mo Xiaomeng gasped for a coquettish breath, nestled in his arms, and his little face was blurred.

Ye Sijue lowered his eyes and looked at her, and the storm in his eyes gradually subsided, turning to apologies.

Compared to every previous intimacy, he just seemed rude.

However, she just endured it silently, without a single complaint.

His big hand tightened her thin waist, and he saw her brow furrow slightly, as if something was uncomfortable.

Ye Sijue's apology was even worse, and his lips kissed her delicate face, and he said sorry shallowly.

Mo Xiaomeng opened her eyes, her eyes were moist, and there was a hint of worry.

"Si Jue...... Are you angry? Her voice was as soft as ever, just a little more hoarse.

Nightlord's heart twitched, and his eyes locked on her.

"You ......"

He's just like that, isn't she angry at all?

Mo Xiaomeng looked at him and frowned, thinking that he was still unhappy, although he was so tormented that she had no strength, she still raised her hands with difficulty and held his face.

"Don't be angry, okay? If you...... If you don't want me to leave so early, then I'll leave tomorrow. ”

Completely compromised attitude towards him.

Ye Sijue looked at her well-behaved and obedient appearance, and his heart was mixed.

His big hand cupped her cheek, and his head lingered at the corner of her mouth, dropping a fine, dense kiss.

A sense of appeasement.

Mo Xiaomeng was rubbed by his sore waist, and gradually relaxed, only then did he feel less uncomfortable.

After all, she had only done it in the morning, and she had come again in the evening, and she was a little overloaded.

"Yes......" Ye Sijue's voice was hoarse, and he wanted to say sorry, but this sentence was stuck in his throat again, and he couldn't say it.

Mo Xiaomeng looked at him, her blue eyes were so innocent, waiting for him to speak.

Ye Sijue was so soft that his heart was in a mess.

"It's me, it's wrong." He sighed and admitted his mistake.

Mo Xiaomeng shook her head, "No, you're not wrong, you're willing to tell me what you really think, I'm very happy, I'm afraid you won't say it......"

Thinking of the way he was reluctant to say it at first, she was still a little flustered.

Nightlord leaned over and hugged her tightly, his handsome face pressed against her white neck, shaking his head without her sight.

No.

It's true that he's wrong.

He lied to her.

He said that he was angry with himself, but he was not, he lied, and he was actually angry with her.

Angry why she was so obedient to that Chris, angry why she didn't put him first.

Ye Sijue also knew very well in his heart that he was very selfish.

He knew that she was rushing back to the United States not for Chris, but to be with her family.

But he didn't want her to go, so he wanted to keep her by his side for even a minute longer.

He is not empathetic and considerate of her, he just selfishly wants to meet his own needs.

But she, thinking that he was angry, hastened to coax him, even if he had just been rude to her, she still had no complaints.

The way she looks will only fuel his selfishness and make it even worse.

Mo Xiaomeng hugged him back, her little head against his, rubbing like a small animal.

"Are you still angry?"

She still asked, as if she had to make sure that he wasn't angry before she could rest assured.

Ye Sijue kissed her sideways, his blue eyes filled with tenderness, and he said in a magnetic voice, "No, don't be angry." ”

This little fool.

"Really?" Mo Xiaomeng asked, looking up at him.