"Got a scar?" Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly.
Mo Qishen said, "To be precise, it's a disfigurement! So, you must take responsibility for me! You can't just love me and leave me!"
What is the boss most afraid of now?
His biggest fear is that Ni Yang might suddenly stop liking him.
"Really?" Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Don't believe me? See for yourself." Mo Qishen unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his delicate collarbone, on which there indeed was a row of light bite marks.
Ni Yang hadn't expected that there really was a scar, and immediately nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I promise not to change my mind, I'll always take responsibility for you."
"Really?" Mo Qishen extended his hand, embraced Ni Yang's waist and pulled her into his arms, asking in a muffled voice.
"Not really." Ni Yang teased him on purpose.
"No, I have to bite back, disfigure you, and make you unable to leave me too."
