Chapter 1614: You Can Only Choose One

Mo Tingshen was slightly taken aback. He turned around, his brow furrowed tightly, not even a glimmer of light could penetrate.

“I’m not begging you, nor am I consulting with you. I’m ordering you not to do it, so are you going to do it or not?”

Mo Tingshen pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Chu Yao pressed on, “Between Qiao Man and me, you can only choose one. Who do you choose?”

Mo Tingshen suddenly felt a headache, a severe one, the kind that quickly constricted his breathing and tightened his heart.

Chu Yao was like a demon, knowing how to affect his emotions and knowing how to manipulate him. He was like a puppet, at her mercy.

In the end, it was because he had indulged her for half his life.

He spoiled her to the point of unruliness!

He was silent for a long time, and though Chu Yao no longer pressed him verbally, her demeanor clearly showed no sign of easing.

“I choose you.”

Chu Yao’s lips curled slightly. She got out of bed, wearing only a purple spaghetti strap nightdress. The silk texture, as her legs moved, revealed and concealed her graceful figure.

She approached barefoot, stepped on his foot, and as Mo Tingshen held her waist, he instinctively wanted to push her away. Chu Yao wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice affectionate, “Don’t push me, I’m so cold.”

Mo Tingshen’s eyelids twitched, the room had no heating, and the weather this month wasn’t particularly cold at night, yet Chu Yao’s body felt like ice.

“I planned to see you, but I wasn’t sure if I should. I took a cold shower tonight and scolded myself for being sentimental afterward. I was alone, pretending for whom? Then I quickly went to bed to warm myself, just as you came. You didn’t even turn on the light, and I was lying in bed. You got into bed without noticing me, and it hasn’t been long…”

She pouted, her face showing a sadness that was as much performance as genuine, “You’re almost forgetting me.”

Mo Tingshen’s throat moved slightly, his lips parted, but his mind was blank, and he didn’t know what to say. Chu Yao suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips.

Before he reacted, she stepped back.

Looking up at him, pitifully, she said, “Brother, I think I’m sick.”

Mo Tingshen stifled a breath, knowing he was losing his ration, his hand on her waist going numb, more rigid than a sculpture. Through the thin fabric, the warmth from his palm continuously transferred to her, her complexion growing rosier while his body started to feel cold, as if—

As if a spirit was draining his essence.

She was indeed a spirit!

“Where… are you sick?”

Chu Yao curved her lips, her nose was high, easily brushing aside his shirt, snuggling closer in his arms. She grew bolder with her movements, her face against his chest.

Her voice was enveloped in a thick hue, “I don’t know, I’m just sick. Ever since going to Capital City, I’ve had these symptoms. I often can’t eat or sleep…”

She said this without any fear of conscience.

When video chatting with Nan Jiaojiao and Lu Zhenzhen, she was carefree, with everything normal.

“I drink more and more frequently now, my alcohol tolerance has increased, even Sister Mi can’t keep up with me. Also, I used to avoid shooting night scenes unless necessary. Now, I cooperate with all night shoots, no matter how many takes the Director asks for. I often stay up all night. I can’t afford to be idle, or else I will——”

She tightened her grip on his waist, her voice becoming softer, “Miss you terribly.”

Mo Tingshen suppressed a breath lodged in his throat, silent for a moment before exhaling it. He held Chu Yao by the shoulders, unsure whether to push her away or not.