C3 Long Forgotten past

The man's face was handsome and resolute, his body slender and muscular.

The legendary Mo Shaobai was incomparably handsome. No wonder so many women wanted to marry him.

Xia Bu was not wearing anything after all, so she couldn't help but be flustered when he walked in.

She tried to cover him, but he was already there. The next second, he was pressing her against the cold, slippery wall.

"I don't like things that have been touched." "Tell me, is this the first time you've done this?"

"Yes sir!"

"Ugh …" "Pain …"

He lifted his robe. She was in pain, but not bleeding.

She wanted to avoid it, or close her eyes and endure it …

After an unknown period of time, unable to take it any longer, she fainted.

When she woke up, they were in bed, and the energetic man still hadn't let her go.

Finally, he finished and stood up with a cold expression.

"This isn't your first time. Leave, we don't have a next time." He went to wash up.

She had only one boyfriend and no physical contact, so how could she not be in love for the first time?

"Woman? Will you remember me? I won't let you remember me, you will forget me! " In her mind, there seemed to be some tangled images in the dark. She could not see clearly nor could she recall what they were.

Had she forgotten something important?

After Mo Shaobai finished washing, he put on his bathrobe and sat on the sofa expressionlessly.

Xia Bu's body looked weak, as if it had been crushed into pieces. She didn't even have the strength to stand up.

She forced herself to sit up, struggled to the bathroom, took a cold shower, and put on the clothes she had come in. The clothes were mostly wet and uncomfortable, but she had nothing else to wear.

When Xia Bu walked out of the bathroom, Mo Shaobai was still sitting on the sofa.

None of them looked at each other as if they were not the ones who had just done the most intimate thing.

It wasn't that Xia Bu didn't have any hatred in her heart, but she also felt that there was no way for her to have any. If ten years of freedom had been exchanged for this time with him, she shouldn't have hated him, but she might have even thanked him.

She couldn't say thank you.

"What? I didn't make you happy?" Mo Shaobai suddenly asked in a mocking tone.

Just as Xia Bu was about to reach the door, she stopped and turned around, saying softly, "It's fine as long as Mr. Mo is happy. After all, I am repaying you." "I don't owe Mr. Mo anything. I just hope that after today, we'll never see each other again."

"Have you always been that open-minded?" Mo Shaobai mocked Ye Zichen with his mouth agape once again, while his hand unwittingly turned the ring on his ring finger.

She had never been casual. She had always felt that this kind of thing should be done with someone who loved her.

However, she no longer had anyone she loved anymore. In her entire life, she would never fall in love with anyone ever again.

"It has nothing to do with you, Mr. Mo."

"If you beg me, you might have a chance to become one of my people."

"No need."

This sort of humiliation was enough for him.

It was unknown what the future would be like, but she knew that being his lover would not be her wish, and it would also shame her mother.

Xia Bu turned around and opened the door. Outside, Uncle Wen, who had brought her in, respectfully said, "First Young Master, how should we arrange for Miss Xia to enter?"

"Let her go."

"Alright, I'll send her back now."

"Give her an aftereffect pill and let her go back by herself!"

"But …"

"Do it!"

"Yes, Eldest Young Master!"

Xia Bu took her medicine and, just as she had when she arrived, walked through the crowd of dancers again. Her wet clothes made her look even more disheveled than she had when she arrived, and she was once again the center of attention.

She did not look or listen. Step by step, she walked through the crowd and out the door.

The snow outside was getting heavier. It was freezing cold, and Xia Bu was wearing thin clothes. Her long days in the detention center had exhausted her physical strength, including her fatigue and hunger, as well as Mo Shaobai's ravaging.

Her Jiangcheng seemed to be far away from the horizon, as she was afraid that she would not be able to walk any further …