Chapter 95 - Means (1) (2/2)

Mu Sihan caressed her small face before he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I really am sick. That’s why I need you to be my medicine.”

Nan Zhi glared at him with reddened eyes. Her swollen lips trembled, though she did not say anything more.

She was tired.

She did not want to say anything more to a sick person.

He was sick in the head.

Mu Sihan stared at the way she closed her eyes, refusing to talk more with him. His gaze stopped at her red and swollen lips. In contrast to her pale face, her bright lips were seducing him. Again.

Mu Sihan’s well-defined fingers caressed her lips. He leaned down and kissed her a few more times. “My kitten, I’ll make you become my woman obediently, no matter what it takes.”

He patted her face before he stood up and strode out of the room.

Nan Zhi only opened her eyes after she heard the sound of the door closing.

Her body was so sore that she felt like her bones were going to snap. Her blocked nose had only gotten worse through the torment.

She buried her face into the pillow. She felt angry and wronged.

Why did it become like this?

…

Mu Sihan walked out of the apartment, his strides long and brusque. A gust of wind blew relentlessly at his alcohol-controlled mind and he sobered a lot more by the time he reached the ground floor.

His tall body shook. He turned back and looked at the sixth floor.

What did he just do up there?

At the thought of her pale face when he left, his jaw tightened as he cursed lowly, “s.h.i.+t!”

He definitely should not have drunk that much. His emotions were much harder to control when he drank excessively.

He pinched the spot between his eyebrows as he stepped into the car.

F*ck!!!

Not long after Wei Lin started the car, the man sitting in the back with a dark expression seemed to have thought of something. Mu Sihan’s voice spoke suddenly, “Stop the car.”