Cen Mohan gently lay down, pressing his cheek against her palm as he murmured somewhat nervously, "You say that too. I'm a little hurt."
"My grandfather, my father, my uncles, and even my brothers and sisters all call me a little monster behind my back. They say there's something wrong with my head."
"Actually, I think they're the ones with something wrong with their heads."
"Every day, they fight and scheme over things that can't be brought into life or taken into death, battling until one side or the other is dead. Is that normal?"
444 was dumbfounded as he watched from within the space.
Host, I told you I always felt something was off about him. It turns out this guy's thought process is completely opposite to that of humans. You'd better hurry back. Stop messing around with him here.
Su Qiao was truly unwilling to accept this.
She had actually been made a fool of.
Using the last of her strength, she gripped the armrest of the rocking chair tightly and glared at Cen Mohan through clenched teeth. "If I could get up, I'd really want to beat you to death."
It was bad enough that he had hidden something so important from her. Now he was even being this willful.
Was being alive really that difficult for him?
And even if he had to drink the medicine, couldn't he have waited until after she left?
Out of sight, out of mind. Once she had left, she could pretend she hadn't seen anything. She couldn't be bothered to care how he went crazy.
"It's fine. You can't get up, but I'll still let you hit me."
Cen Mohan smiled and gently lifted her hand, then used it to hit his own face.
Su Qiao was so furious that