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Zhou Zhi was stunned when he heard this.

He really didn't misunderstand anything. Help!

Or did she do something to make him misunderstand? !

Zhou Zhi was pushing and resisting, how could this happen?

She couldn't figure it out, seriously...

"Why are you like this, sir? Do you think I am a lowly person and therefore have no desire for you?"

Mo Yan stopped, Zhou Zhi held his collar tightly, and he held Zhou Zhi's hand tightly, and the two were in a stalemate.

Even at this point, Zhou Zhi still didn't say anything harsh to him, and tried to persuade him: "I don't think so..."

"Then I will—"

Zhou Zhi closed his eyes, gathered all his strength, and pushed the person away!

"What about your beloved Sheng Qiao?!"

Zhou Zhi almost roared, his voice was very hoarse. Mo Yan knocked down the screen, and there was an endless silence after a loud "bang".

Mo Yan was stunned for a while, then seemed to come back to his senses.

"She also has other men, so what if I have other women?"

Zhou Zhi finally found a reason to slap him.

"I can't control how you play, or how your thoughts break down, but! Why should I become a victim of your relationship?"

She hit Mo Yan's head hard, and his hair fell on his shoulders, and his clothes were in disarray.

"You, no one treats me as a human being, right?"

Mo Yan didn't think so. But now hearing Zhou Zhi say this was like being stabbed with a knife. It hurt so much that he couldn't speak.

Zhou Zhi sat up and staggered to the bed. Seeing that Mo Yan had really calmed down, she slowly began to exhale.

"In your eyes, I am someone you can humiliate at will, right?"

"I have to endure it even if a knife scrapes my body, right?"

"Sheng Qiao has done me a favor, and I have no complaints about anything she does, but what gives you the right to do that?"

Zhou Zhi glared fiercely at Mo Yan who was lying in front of the screen, as if he wanted to bite a piece of flesh off his body alive.

"sorry."

A low voice came from the other side, and Zhou Zhi turned his head away, not looking at him.

Mo Yan slowly crawled over from there, his long hair hanging down and swaying with his movements.

Mo Yan hugged Zhou Zhi's legs and said sincerely: "I'm sorry..."

Zhou Zhi exhaled, pushed his hand away, met his pitiful eyes, and shook his head: "You still don't understand."

He buried his head beside her legs pitifully and begged humbly: "Then can you teach me? I really don't know what to do..."

Life is not easy, Zhou Zhi sighed.

Zhou Zhi said: "You need to stand up, and stop kneeling and begging like this."

"But, in the past, Joe and I, no, Your Majesty..."

"So, she is already her majesty, and you are still here kneeling and begging me, waiting for her to turn around and show favor to you."

"I……"

"Mo Yan," Zhou Zhi helped him fix his hair and called his name solemnly, "You should learn how to love yourself before loving others."

"Now you are used to kneeling, and if your knees become weak you will never be able to stand up again."

"So, I hope you can stand up and go outside to have a look. After all, you don't want to be trapped in this little world."

Mo Yan's eyes were blurred with tears. Zhou Zhi lowered his head, like a god descending, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"You can sleep here today..."

"Sir... then..."

"I won't leave," Zhou Zhi sat at the table, lighting a dim oil lamp, which made her seem a little distant, "I can't leave rashly. It will be bad for your reputation and mine."

Mo Yan successfully fell asleep in the middle of the night. In the first half of the night, his head was buzzing and he kept thinking about what Zhou Zhi said. The night light was swaying and the flames were flickering. Zhou Zhi's face was imprinted in his mind in a flickering manner.