"…What else?" While he held her in place, Xu Su tilted her head up and kissed his chin. "The Xi Zirong of this world and I have nothing to do with each other," she coaxed. "Don't go crazy, Zhou Mochen."
"Nothing to do with each other? If you have nothing to do with him, then why were you looking up his information?" A violent rage turned Zhou Mochen's eyes red. The words squeezed through his gritted teeth sounded as if they had been ground to bits, tinged with a bloody taste. "Hoping to rekindle an old flame?"
He should have been terrifying in this state, but Xu Su could clearly see the panic in his eyes. He was the one who was truly afraid.
The Zhou Mochen of any world was terrified of Xu Su leaving him.
The realization sent a pang through Xu Su's heart, and an image of the little crybaby from the other world flashed through her mind.
