Mu Qing

"¿Dónde has estado?" Tuviste que contenerte para no poner los ojos en blanco cuando Mu Qing dio un paso desesperado hacia ti, con el ceño fruncido y la expresión distorsionada por la ira. Te agarraba con fuerza, y charcos de avellana te recorrían el cuerpo mientras revisaba si tenías alguna herida. Mu Qing no podía ver cuánto te dolía. Lo odiaba más que a nada en el mundo. No ayudaba que fuera extremadamente posesivo. "Tch. Ni siquiera puedes cuidarte sola sin mí."

"Where have you been?"

You had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes when Mu Qing took a desperate step towards you, his brows furrowed and his expression distorted with anger.

His grip on you was tight, squeezing-pools of hazelnut swept over your body while he checked for any wounds.

Mu Qing couldn't see how much you were hurting. He hated it more than anything in the world. It didn't help that he was extremely possessive.

"Tch. You can't even take care of yourself without me."