MOKA looked at herself in the mirror, and by now her eyes were already completely red.
She felt she was probably a bad person.
Drinking, falling into depravity.
She had tormented Su Li so badly before.
But she felt that she was perhaps not completely bad after all.
She had not done anything illegal or disorderly.
Even when she had previously thought of Cyberbullying Su Li, it was only a thought.
Now she was actually reduced to tears by Su Li’s personal experience.
If it were someone else, they probably would not be as sentimental as her, right?
MOKA thought this in her heart.
Perhaps it was because of Su Li, or perhaps this setback had awakened her conscience.
Otherwise, numbed by money, she would not necessarily have listened to Su Li’s story.
Much less would she have pitied her because of Su Li’s story.
God took away part of her money as punishment.
Otherwise, she might have continued to sink, using this money to do many, many love affairs.
One wrong step leads to wrong steps after wrong steps.
She would keep going down a wrong path until she was smashed to pieces.
Fortunately, she had now come to her senses.
It was still not too late.
Su Li was her Benefactor.
MOKA thought this in her heart.
The desire within her to help Su Li break free from the Deep Abyss grew stronger and stronger.
She had to protect Su Li well.
And not be the former victimizer.
MOKA performed a Washing Ritual on her face in the bathroom, then slowly walked out.
She pulled herself together again.
Perhaps because of suffering and hardship, she felt her condition today was very good.
In just a short time, she had composed two songs.
If it were the past, it might take a long time to compose even one song.
Sure enough, in the past she had walked too far down the wrong path, with no awareness of what the right path should look like.
“Thank you, Su Li.”
“I am happy to see you cheer up.”
Even though Su Li’s face showed a tired expression, she was still sincerely happy for MOKA.
And this expression of Su Li’s touched MOKA’s heart even more, giving her an inexplicable sadness.
If only she had not hurt Su Li.
MOKA watched Su Li sitting on the chair, then directly moved a chair and sat opposite her.
Her gaze fixed on Su Li; with her exquisite features, Su Li looked like a fragile doll.
A person like this should be properly protected.
At the very least, she should not do the things she had done before.
As MOKA kept looking, she unconsciously swallowed her saliva, and her heart began to pound violently.
“Slap!”
A crisp sound rang out as MOKA slapped her own face again; Su Li had become somewhat used to this.
“I’m sorry, I just had some bad thoughts about you.”
MOKA said apologetically; she was truly damned.
Just now she had actually had the urge to bully Su Li harshly.
Su Li was too cute.
She actually wanted to make her cry like before.
‘Sure enough, I am still that irredeemably bad person, aren’t I?’
MOKA thought this in her heart, even if she could be reformed by Su Li.
But her essence was still that of a bad person.
She would want to bully Su Li harshly.
“Su Li, can you… can you take off your clothes?”
MOKA said cautiously, her tone full of caution and fear.
Although Su Li’s current situation was miserable, Su Li could still refuse her request.
If it were her arrogant past self, she would definitely have ignored Su Li’s resistance, pounced into Su Li’s arms like a starving tiger, and torn her clothes apart.
She would not have considered Su Li’s feelings at all.
But this time, she was making a serious request.
“Okay.”
MOKA’s Adam’s apple moved as she unconsciously swallowed, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the sofa leather.
Su Li’s movement of unfastening her buttons was like unwrapping an Artist’s packaging; each inch of skin revealed made the air in the room a little thicker.
She stared at the pale blue vein under the other’s collarbone, remembered the rusty taste when she had bitten it open last time, and her breath grew heavy.
The clothing slipped to her waist, piling into silk-like folds; MOKA suddenly wished she had a bottle of ice water or strong liquor at hand.
This was a desire from deep within her heart.
Yes.
MOKA suddenly remembered that every time she had seen Su Li in the past, she had always been drunk.
Meeting Su Li while as sober as she was now had never happened before.
Perhaps it was because being drunk could awaken that bold emotion inside her.
MOKA slowly stood up, looked at the snow-white skin Su Li revealed, and slowly approached her, kneeling on one knee before Su Li like a brave knight.
“Can I bury my face in your lap?”
MOKA said with some nervousness.
Her eyes stared straight at Su Li, full of urgency.
Su Li nodded.
MOKA buried her head in Su Li’s lap, greedily inhaling Su Li’s scent.
Su Li’s body was fragrant and soft; burying her face in Su Li’s lap was comfortable, a little too comfortable.
Just smelling Su Li’s scent made her feel her brain enter an indescribable state of excitement.
Inspiration surged in her mind like a spring.
Perhaps it was precisely that feeling of regaining what was lost that made her so attached to this scent.
Feeling MOKA rub back and forth on her lap like a little kitten, Su Li gently stroked her head.
And MOKA’s hot breath beat against her lap, tingling and itching.
This degree of tingling was nothing at all, so Su Li did not mind.
And MOKA also slowly took off her own clothes, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
MOKA’s breath froze; she slowly stood up, reached her hand toward Su Li, and her fingertip hovered above Su Li’s collarbone, trembling slightly.
Su Li looked a little too fragile.
Like a candle flame burning in the wind, as if one gust would put it out.
“Can I sit on your lap?”
MOKA said, her tone full of desire and begging.
Su Li nodded and did not refuse.
MOKA slowly sat on Su Li’s lap, her fingertip gently stroking her fair cheek.
The rising and falling curve of Su Li’s chest was close at hand.
“Thump thump!”
It was the sound of Su Li’s heart beating.
And what MOKA heard seemed to be the sound of blood washing against her eardrums, mixed with another rhythm.
Su Li’s heartbeat was like a trapped young bird, striking her palm through the thin skin.
This realization made her throat tighten.
Never before had they been only a breath apart like this, with even the air soaked in each other’s scent.
So this was how close she was to Su Li.
MOKA brought her head close to Su Li’s heart, listening to the beautiful rhythm coming from the place of her heart.