Chapter 1613: What Are You Scheming Now?

“Where does it hurt?” he asked again, his intelligence having mostly returned.

Chu Yao turned her head, pouting, “Brother, you pinched me yourself, asking me where it hurts makes no sense.”

Mo Tingshen sat up, “You’re pretending again.”

Her crying was fake. Who cries without red eyes and only tears? Her aggrieved look was all an act. No wonder she’s a movie queen, she even fooled him.

Chu Yao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, elbows propping her up as she raised her upper body, looking disinterested, “You’re really boring.”

“Why did you come back?”

Chu Yao’s long hair hung down her back, she twirled a strand around her fingertip, speaking indifferently, “Aren’t you getting married tomorrow?”

Mo Tingshen sneered, “Weren’t you avoiding trouble, staying far away? What mischief are you up to, coming back quietly now?”

“I don’t want to cause trouble.”

Chu Yao turned over, but instead of lying down, she rolled over onto him, half her body pressing against his heart.

Mo Tingshen, after his shower, hadn’t put on trousers, and only buttoned one on his shirt. With a casual tug from her, it almost slipped off his shoulders.

“I want—” Chu Yao slowly wriggled upwards against him, being close wasn’t enough, she deliberately bit his ear when she spoke, “to have you.”

Mo Tingshen’s expression darkened, and he held Chu Yao’s shoulders, pushing her away, “Stop fooling around!”

Chu Yao gathered strength, not letting him push her, even deliberately pressing down. Mo Tingshen dodged until he was at the head of the bed, with nowhere else to go. Challenging him, she finally smiled provocatively, “See, you can’t bear to push me away, and you can’t bear to hurt me. You like me, but you won’t admit it.”

“Chu Yao!”

“What’s the shouting for?” She raised her head, “Being so close, no need to speak loudly, save your strength for later when you’re undressing.”

Mo Tingshen, a grown man, unexpectedly couldn’t handle her crude love talk, visibly blushing as he exhaled secretly, trying to put some distance between them.

“Stop it, get off me now.”

“Do you really feel nothing for me?”

Chu Yao’s hand slipped under the blanket, brushing against his lower abdomen.

Mo Tingshen tensed all over, a certain place twitching painfully, Chu Yao leaned to his ear, breathy, “See, even you don’t believe it.”

Mo Tingshen’s lips pressed tightly together, he pushed Chu Yao’s shoulders until she lay down. He quickly withdrew, intending to get off the bed, but realized his indecent state. He turned off the light and picked up his trousers from the floor to put on.

Chu Yao turned the light back on. She leaned against the headboard, without a pillow behind her, just her shoulder propping her up, her back unsupported.

Her expression showed no impatience, but her whole face turned cold, even the fake smile from before was gone, her eyes heavily fixed on him, “Mo Tingshen, if you dare to leave tonight, I’ll make sure you never find me again.”

Mo Tingshen’s back stiffened, his feet rooted in place, unable to move.

He said, “I don’t know what you’re up to. I can’t play along. It’s not appropriate. Though I indulge you, not every request can be granted, you—”

Should have self-respect.

These four words he couldn’t say aloud.

Reluctant to say them.

He could refuse Qiao Man, knowing however gentle the words, they’d still hurt. But with Chu Yao, even gentle hurt was too much to bear.

Chu Yao understood herself, fed up with his sanctimonious facade, she spoke bluntly, “I won’t let you get married.”