Chapter 1616: I'm Tearing Down This Windowpane Between Us

Mo Tingshen’s heart was pounding wildly; he almost didn’t dare make a sound.

He saw Chu Yao smile softly, and that smile was just as innocent as when she used to wave a lollipop at him to tease him when they were kids.

She said, “You’re going to lose me completely.”

Sweat seeped out across Mo Tingshen’s forehead.

His fingers curled in, the knuckles on the back of his hand stretched so tight they turned white.

He didn’t say another word, just turned and walked away.

“One.”

Chu Yao’s unhurried voice floated from behind him: “Two.”

He stopped.

She let out a light laugh. “2.1.”

She was utterly wanton, counting from 2.1 to 2.9 on purpose without going on, her tone never changing, loose and lazy, like a cat toying with a mouse.

“Last chance. If you don’t want it, I can’t be bothered to seduce you anymore.”

Chu Yao’s words were blunt, leaving no room to maneuver.

“Three…”

Mo Tingshen suddenly turned around. Driven by a rush of impulse, he quickly closed the distance between them.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. She tipped her head up in an instant, her eyes staring straight at his lips. Her intention was too clear, she couldn’t even be bothered to hide it.

That surge in Mo Tingshen stopped right there; he didn’t dare go any closer, but couldn’t bear to pull away. He pressed the tip of his nose to hers, rubbing lightly, then drawing back, only to brush against her again with the rise and fall of their breathing.

His low, ragged breaths were impossible to hide. In a hoarse voice he said, “If we take this step, Chu Yao—”

“That layer of window paper between us will be completely torn apart.”

“Think it through,” he said.

Chu Yao was still smiling. She wasn’t as tall as he was; the shadow cast by the man’s brow fell over her eyes, making the expression on her face even harder to read. Her laughter was like that of a soul-stealing vixen, each sound pounding against his heart like a drum.

She rose up on her toes, and before leaning in, she stared straight into his eyes without blinking. Only then did she slowly press her lips to his.

She didn’t move.

Her body didn’t move either.

Mo Tingshen, however, lifted her up and set her feet on top of his.

That movement seemed to be some kind of clear signal for Chu Yao. She bit his lip, pried his teeth apart, and kissed him deeply.

At first, Mo Tingshen responded with extreme care, then with growing fervor and urgency. His hand resting on her waist clenched like taut vines, the veins on the back of his hand standing out in stark relief.

Once started, it was impossible to stop.

Just as Mo Tingshen was hugging her tight, on the verge of losing himself, Chu Yao pulled away.

She watched him from up close, smiling, and pecked him. “I’ve torn that layer of window paper. How about it?”

Mo Tingshen held back his breathing and asked, “You don’t regret it?”

“No.”

“I’ve never had any other man in this life,” her hand started from the top button of his shirt and moved slowly down toward his waist. The atmosphere in the room was hazy and suggestive; even her voice was blurred with a layer of sultry color. “Same with you. You’ll never get used to any other woman.”

Mo Tingshen let out a muffled groan, unable to take the teasing, and caught her hand.

Chu Yao lifted her gaze, open provocation in her eyes. “I don’t care how many women you use to piss me off. It won’t work.”

Mo Tingshen’s pupils tightened.

She didn’t care at all about the consequence of exposing him. “If I still want you, I’ll come back for you. If I stop wanting you, I won’t give a damn if you marry Qiao Man, Zhang Man, or Li Man. I wouldn’t even bother to look.”

Mo Tingshen swallowed down the pressure in his throat. “You really don’t hide a thing, do you.”

Chu Yao chuckled, loosening the hand around his neck and raising it in the air. “I just won’t. If I decide not to touch you now, will you let me go?”

“No.”

Mo Tingshen caught her hand and looped it back around behind his neck. He lowered his head and kissed her.