You don't need to pretend to be too strong in front of me...

Mo Junhao's words made her eyelashes tremble in fear, and she subconsciously wanted to withdraw the hand held by Mo Junhao, but was still held tightly by Mo Junhao.

She slowly raised her eyes to look at Mo Junhao. The pair of eyes that once again made her feel familiar, now locked her eyes deeply with a bit of determination.

"you think too much."

Finally, she coldly withdrew her gaze and said in a voice, but she had no intention of taking back that hand.

Mo Junhao understood that it was simply impossible for Han Zhiqing to lower her guard against him at this time.

But he has a lot of patience for her. He has been waiting for more than three years. Is there still a little time left?

However, seeing that Han Zhiqing did not insist on taking her hand back, a hint of joy ignited in his eyes.

Even if she was a hedgehog with thorns all over her body, he didn't want her to always point her thorns at him so sharply.

The movements of rubbing Han Zhiqing's hands were very light and gentle, and every force was just right. Even the cynicism that used to be annoying to Han Zhiqing became extremely serious at this time.

Han Zhiqing's eyes quietly turned to his face. This deep and handsome face made her heart tremble several times.

This man was too dangerous, and his every move made her feel a mysterious and terrifying aura, but she could not find the source of this panic.

She still doesn't understand what Mo Junhao's purpose is in approaching her in this way?

Chasing after her for that one night of ridiculous fling?

Or was it because her sarcasm and ridicule to his girlfriend that day at Han's house made him unwilling and wanted to get it back from her?

When she thought about the latter possibility, the cold and stern look on her face reappeared. She always protected herself habitually and did not let anyone who might harm her get even half a step closer to her.

Her eyes suddenly became colder, and she pulled her hand away from Mo Junhao's hand, and said in a cold voice, "Okay, thank you."

Mo Junhao's expression was startled, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

He knew that Han Zhiqing, who surrounded him with layers of protection, had appeared again.

He felt sorry for her but there was nothing he could do about it.

At this moment, the waiter came in carrying the dishes Han Zhiqing ordered, "The dishes you two ordered are ready."

After putting down the dishes one by one, the waiter quietly left. Seeing Han Zhiqing ignoring Mo Junhao sitting next to her, she picked up the chopsticks on the table and prepared to do something.

However, the right hand that Qin Lian strained again did not heal. When she picked up the chopsticks, she still felt a sharp pain in her arm.

She groaned subconsciously, and the chopsticks almost fell from her hands, but her natural pride made her not intend to ask for help from anyone, including Mo Junhao, who was sitting next to her.

Biting her lower lip, she picked up the chopsticks, gritted her teeth and reached out to pick up the dishes on the plate, but her hands were trembling all the time, and the action of picking up the dishes seemed a little helpless.

Mo Junhao looked at her stubborn look and could only shake his head helplessly.

He picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, and handed it to her mouth, "Stop being so brave, I'll feed you."

"Need not."

She coldly rejected Mo Junhao's kindness and turned her head away.

"Han Zhiqing!"
Chapter completed!