Chapter 21 - I Dont Want to Forgive Him (1/2)
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Mo Shiting held the umbrella and said coldly, “Open the door.”
“Yes.”
Rong Hu immediately did as he was told.
The other bodyguard stepped forward respectfully and took the umbrella from Mo Shiting’s hand.
As soon as the door to the ancestral hall opened, Mo Shiting rushed in,
while the bodyguards stayed on the same spot.
Seeing the rain gradually getting lighter, Ronghu couldn’t help thinking seriously. Is Young Master’s heart aching, or is it aching?
…
The lights in the spacious ancestral hall were on. As soon as Mo Shiting entered, he saw the girl kneeling in front of the incense burner table.
She seemed to be immersed in her own world. Even though there were lightning and thunder outside, it didn’t affect her at all.
Is she not afraid of thunder?
Right… She’s not Tangtang…
Mo Shiting’s narrowed his eyes slightly as a trace of loneliness flashed across them.
He walked over with one hand in his pocket and stood behind her. He looked down at her and said, “Get up.”
“…”
The girl ignored him.
Knowing that she was angry with him, Mo Shiting’s expression didn’t look good. However, he still continued to say patiently, “Okay, I won’t punish you anymore. Hurry and get up.”
“…”
She still didn’t move.
Seeing this, Mo Shiting could only call out her name, “Gu Li!”
After saying that, he reached out his hand to pat her shoulder.
But who knew that just as his hand gently touched her, the girl’s body suddenly tilted and fell straight onto the futon.
Mo Shiting: “…”
Hah, she can actually fall asleep while kneeling?
He wanted to shake her awake, but at this moment, another clap of thunder sounded. He immediately changed his mind and picked her up bridal style.
Fortunately, the heavens were being nice. On the way back to his residence, the rain stopped and there was only some occasional lightning.
After carrying her back into the house, Mo Shiting looked at his two-meter wide bed, then at the leather sofa not far away, and then at the person in his arms, who was in deep sleep. In the end, he decided to let her sleep on the sofa.