"Hao Zhining, don't be angry!"
These words fell into Xia Zhining's ears, and she felt her dainty body tremble. She became somewhat weak and powerless, as if all her strength had been drained away, and her struggles grew fainter.
Hao Zhining, this was the first time this idiot had called her this way; usually, it was for her sister. For a moment, she felt the previous displeasure in her heart vanish, and an unstoppable sweetness welled up from her heart.
In moments of intimacy, any subtle change can be magnified. Chen Mo hugged Xia Zhining tightly and naturally felt her changes.
He helped Xia Zhining arrange the loose strands of hair by her ear, blew a gentle breath of warm air, and took advantage of the situation to say, "The reason I was entangled with your sister earlier was mainly out of anger at you. Who told you not to give me a response last time, not to believe me.
