Chapter 13: Hate Him? Then Marry Him And Torture Him (1/2)
Su Mo lit up a cigarette and smiled through the smoke and frog.
”Why are you smiling? It's so weird.”
Xing Biao was not afraid that Su Mo got angry with him, such as beating him with the walking stick, tapping on the table or shouted at him. But he was afraid of Su Mo's weird smile. Su Mo was high above and unfathomable. Xing Biao did not know what he was thinking about.
Turning his neck around, seeing that Su Mo was still smiled at him, Xing Biao was afraid of the weird smile.
”What are you smiling for?”
”You guy…”
Su Mo did not say it completely, and then slanted on the sofa and stared at him.
With a height of 1.90m, full of muscles on the back, the chest, the arms and the legs, as well as big hands and feet, Xing Biao was not handsome but very manly. With short hair, upright and foursquare jaw, satiated forehead, straight and sinewy nose, this man seemed rich, developed and strong in s.e.x. He should often frown when judging from the traces. With thick eyebrow and big eyes, he looked fierce. But his smile was gentle. He was not meticulous and elegant like a pretty or a fine boy, or a refined scholar. He was a man, with strong mental aura when he frowned and said nothing.
He was a man when judging from all his body, not handsome but manly.
Borrowing words in crosstalk pieces, he was a beefcake of Asia.
”Stop staring at me. A cup of water?”
He was thoughtful sometimes. Xing Biao held Su Mo at the door and strode over the small puddle. He held him and went upstairs to send him home, although with some suspicion of behaving like a hooligan. Generally speaking, he was good. Su Mo's mom liked him, and he treated Su Mo's parents very well. He should be a dutiful son.
Su Mo still stared at Xing Biao. Xing Biao was upset. He frowned, looking some bit of fierce. Su Mo's eyes were just like X-ray, staring at him, making him uncomfortable.
”s.h.i.+t! Can you tell it completely? Can you stop half way when you poo?”
Right, Xing Biao was rude, with extremely low educational level.
As a coa.r.s.e, rude, potent, blackguardly and brutal man, he was some kind of kindhearted.
”You are really boring.”
Xing Biao grasped his hair, and sat back next to him. With his body relying on the sofa and his arms putting on the back of the sofa, it looked as if Xing Biao was hugging Su Mo in his arms.
He lifted his head and blew a smoke turn.
”I did not expect that everybody likes me. I just want you to like me.”
He delivered the cigarette in his hand to the mouth of Su Mo.