The End Times as a Song

Chapter 582 A Fabricated Excuse

"Ah Shi! How could you treat Coal Ball like this...!" Huan Ruge suddenly turned around, staring wide-eyed at Lin Moshi. Her beautiful face was slightly flushed with anger, and her chest heaved with emotion.

Lin Moshi stepped forward and tightly grasped Huan Rugo's hand. His deep, pool-like eyes were filled with affection and urgency as he said in a low, earnest voice, "Huan! Listen to me, Meiqiu has been spoiled since he was little. He's always been disrespectful and doesn't know his place when he speaks or acts. Please don't take it to heart...!"

Huan Rugo forcefully pushed Lin Moshi's hand away. She bit her lip, lowered her head slightly, and said softly, "I didn't care... really, I just think what he said just now might have some truth to it..."

After she finished speaking, she raised her head and looked into the distance with a complicated expression, as if she were lost in thought.

"How could she reject me over a mere lump of coal? That's absurd! But... what if it really is like that? No, absolutely not! My feelings for her are like a flood bursting its banks, uncontrollable. I can't allow myself to be so easily rejected! No matter what, I have to do everything I can to make her understand my true feelings!"

Lin Moshi became increasingly anxious as he thought about it, his mind filled with a jumble of chaotic and complex thoughts that nearly drove him to madness.

Just then, Lin Moshi suddenly shouted, "Huan!" The sound was so loud, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, that it startled Huan Ruge, who was lost in her thoughts.

Immediately afterward, Lin Moshi strode forward and, without hesitation, once again tightly grasped Huan Ruge's soft, boneless hand, gazing at the woman before him with an extremely tender and affectionate look.

"You don't need to worry about Coal Ball at all. Leave everything to me. I'll definitely explain everything to him properly. Look, it's getting late. Why don't you go back to your room and rest first..." Lin Moshi said, glancing at Huan Ruge from time to time. But his heart was pounding with anxiety, afraid that his made-up excuse would be exposed.

He knew Huan Rugo's temperament well; if he gave her a chance to argue back, things would likely get complicated. So, he finished speaking quickly, almost in an unquestionable tone, without giving Huan Rugo a chance to interject.

Huan Rugo seemed unaware of anything amiss, and simply nodded slightly, saying, "Yes, you're right. It's already quite late. If you hadn't come to visit so suddenly today, I probably would have already been asleep."

After saying that, she straightened her skirt slightly, gave a slight curtsy to Lin Moshi, and said, "In that case, I will take my leave and go back to my room to rest."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards her boudoir, leaving Lin Moshi standing there with a long sigh: "I have to leave quickly too, lest she remember something and regret it."

Still filled with fear and lingering dread of the apocalyptic scene he had just witnessed, Lin Moshi hurriedly left Huan Ruge's room.

Just then, Huan Ruge returned to her room.