Chapter 582 - Chapter 582: Chapter 582. Intimate Uncle MO
Everyone Wants to Pamper Miss Zhuang After Her Rebirth!
Chapter 582: Chapter 582. Intimate Uncle MO
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Zhuang Xian only felt a little awkward and embarrassed. She was not angry at MO Qian. She had no right to be angry. It seemed that she had taken all the good things. MO Qian had only said it a little too urgently. Now, he had to apologize and coax her. She felt a little helpless, and her heart was burning. She secretly cursed MO Qian for being a big fool!
MO Qian did not do anything wrong. However, after these emotions flashed past, she began to feel that it was ridiculous for her to lose control of her feelings just now. She should not have treated MO Qian like this.
Zhuang Xian looked into MO Qianâs eyes and nodded gently. She replied in a low voice, âItâs quite delicious. Iâm not angry!â
As she spoke, she sighed deeply and looked at MO Qian with tears. After a long silence, she asked, âDo you also think Iâm very fickle and unpredictable? I also know that I have such a problem. But I canât control myself. Iâm afraid of something I canât be sure of!â
âLike what?â
As soon as Zhuang Xian finished speaking, MO Qian asked. He seemed to have waited for Zhuang Xian to pour out her heart to him for a long time. He was extremely patient and gentle. He kept smiling at Zhuang Xian.
Zhuang Xian was slightly stunned by MO Qianâs rhetorical question. She subconsciously answered, âWhatâs that?â
MO Qian raised his hand and handed Zhuang Xian a tissue, motioning for her to wipe the ice cream on the corner of her mouth. He explained to Zhuang Xian gently, âYou said that you couldnât be sure of something. What is it?â
Perhaps it was because MO Qianâs tone was too gentle and affectionate; Zhuang Xian almost wanted to tell him all her secrets momentarily.
However, when a gentle breeze blew, Zhuang Xian regained her rationality. She looked into MO Qianâs eyes and muttered, âMO Qian, can you not be so good to me? I think ⦠I feel that Iâm not worthy of you! Am I worth your love?â
MO Qian frowned slightly after hearing this. He looked at Zhuang Xian calmly and thought briefly before saying honestly, âWhen you like someone, you canât help but want to treat her well. This kind of emotion isnât something we can control.â
As MO Qian spoke, he suddenly smiled at Zhuang Xian. When he spoke again, his tone showed a hint of helplessness. He sighed softly and asked, âWhy do you have such thoughts? Youâre so outstanding. You have 18 martial arts skills and are proficient in them all. Youâre also so beautiful. In my eyes, youâre perfect in everything. Even some of your little tempers I canât do anything about are very cute! What part of you doesnât suit me?
Compared to the things youâve done for me, the little favor I gave you is not that important. Do you understand? There is no way to weigh the two. Only we can understand how important it is in our hearts.
If you have to be so transparent with me, how should I repay you for saving me so many times and treating my leg injury for free? Do I have to die a few more times to repay you? Some things couldnât be calculated clearly and donât need to be calculated so clearly!â
MO Qian gently said many things and explained them to Zhuang Xian individually.
âAlso, you are worth it!â MO Qian said gently,
Seeing Zhuang Xian looking at him in confusion, MO Qian smiled and explained, âThis is my answer to your last question!â
âAm I worth your love?â
âYou are worth it!â
Zhuang Xian couldnât help but chuckle. She shook her head and retracted her gaze. Her heart rate was a little chaotic, and she dared not look directly at MO
Qian. However, she had to admit that she seemed to have been seduced by this âold manâ again. Moreover, it was a strong and unbearable straight-ball seduction. It was almost like a confession!
Seeing Zhuang Xianâs hidden smile, it seemed like she was no longer unhappy.
MO Qian raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his head.. He asked softly, âWhatâs wrong? What are you laughing at?â