[BL] I Only Like Your Face

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UPLOADER'S NOTE:

Because this is MTL, there are a lot of mistakes in translaion esp the name.

I'm just gonna put it down here:

"Han Shaoyang/Shaofang = Han Shaozhou"

   "Brother Yang/Fang = Brother Zhou"

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"I Only Like Your Face" Chapter 43

Han Shaofang still believed that Mo Ming could not leave him so easily.

　Threats, provocation, playing hard to get... must always be one of them. Based on their understanding of each other in the past three years, he has already seen through Mo Ming. This guy can't do it without him.

　After taking a shower in the hotel, Han Shaoyang stood at the window and smoked one cigarette after another while looking at his cell phone.

　He had clearly told Mo Ming that if they broke up, he would never see him again in his life. With this sentence as a threat, he didn't believe that Mo Ming could bear to continue the cold war with him.

　The sound of rain outside the window continued, which made Han Shaofang feel upset. He simply turned off his phone and lay down on the bed.

　I almost stayed up all night, and only squinted for a while in the early morning.

　The morning outside the window was hazy, and Han Shaoyang suddenly opened his eyes, turned over, picked up the phone from his pillow and turned it on.

　However, there was still no news he wanted.

　In the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror with dark shadows under his eyes, Han Shaofang gradually calmed down...

　It had only been one night, and he was not in a hurry.

　When Mo Ming realized that his little thoughts didn't work at all, that's when he came to beg for reconciliation in a hurry.

　In fact, even if Mo Ming was really ready to leave him last night, it doesn't matter. The pain of lovelorn is slow to reach the heart, and it takes time to realize the importance of a person.

　If one night is not enough, then wait.

　Half a day, a day...

　Anyway, every moment is torture for that guy.

　...

　It rained all night, but it turned out to be a sunny day in the morning.

　Warm morning light shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony into the living room. Two large suitcases half as tall as a person stand beside the coffee table, casting long shadows on the clean floor.

　Mo Ming sat quietly on the sofa, looking at the two suitcases with blank eyes.

　From washing up and getting dressed to now, time passed silently. In the past two hours, there was only one consciousness floating in Mo Ming's mind... If he really moved from here, he might never see him again in this life. Han Shaoyang was angry.