Chapter 1652: More Abstinent Than a Monk

“Not here.”

She glanced outside, “This is the film set, people come and go. If someone sees my car shaking, it’ll be big news tomorrow.”

“At this time?!”

Mo Tingshen was incredulous.

He spat those words out from between his teeth, abruptly stopping, his body tense to the point of spasming.

Chu Yao gave him a fleeting glance, “Is that okay?”

Mo Tingshen stared at her for several seconds, lips pressed tight, before snapping out a few words: “What do you think?”

“Sorry, the soundproofing in the camper is too good, got carried away with you.”

She had enough fun and began to regret, realizing the need to save face.

Mo Tingshen’s face and dignity were almost gone.

“Which hotel?”

Chu Yao mentioned a hotel name to him, not needing to use navigation. Whenever she stayed in a hotel for filming, Mo Tingshen had already researched them thoroughly. Over the years, there were never any paparazzi or stalkers successfully meddling in the hotel, all because he was protecting her.

Mo Tingshen gritted his teeth and pinched her, “Just wait!”

He picked up his clothes, put them on, and sat in the driver’s seat. Fastening his seatbelt, he harshly instructed, “Stay inside, don’t come out to bother me.”

Chu Yao was about to get up but lay back down after hearing him.

This man’s self-restraint was frighteningly strong.

The camper could only drive to the hotel’s entrance. He had Sister Mi arrange for a driver in advance.

The car door opened, Sister Mi came in carrying a paper bag. Mo Tingshen wasn’t hiding, but Sister Mi didn’t dare glance around, quickly calling out “President Mo” to the air.

The other person responded with a “Hmm,” “She’s inside.”

Sister Mi hurried to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

She lifted the blanket, thankfully, Chu Yao was still wearing that horribly ugly grandmother gown.

“Who are you trying to seduce looking like this? Luckily it’s President Mo, if it were any random man, I’d think you’ve already slept together.”

Chu Yao’s eyes sparkled, suddenly wanting to tease her, “Then why wouldn’t I have slept with Mo Tingshen?”

“Do you even hear the nonsense you’re spouting?”

Sister Mi rolled her eyes, rudely retorting, “If there was something going on between you two it wouldn’t take until now. President Mo is more celibate than a monk when facing you, he wouldn’t sleep with you even if he slept with other people.”

Chu Yao turned over, elbows propped against the wall, looking at Sister Mi with a seductive, sultry gaze, “What if it were true?”

Sister Mi scoffed, “Clear out the dirty thoughts in your head, don’t tarnish the pure reputation of President Mo.”

Chu Yao paused.

Then she burst out laughing.

Sister Mi took out the clothes and tossed them onto her, “Change yourself, there’s a hat inside. I’ll go down with you later, and the driver will move the car to the back door after dropping off President Mo.”

Chu Yao was still laughing, not responding, and Sister Mi didn’t bother with her. She went out first.

After dropping her at the hotel, Sister Mi left, heading to another room to have a late-night snack with the assistants.

Mo Tingshen came knocking, but no one answered. He called, yet no one picked up, so he stood at the door waiting. After less than five minutes, the door opened, Chu Yao pulled him inside.

She had showered and was wearing a bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist. Shoes were scattered messily at the entrance; Mo Tingshen stepped on one and quickly lifted his foot. Chu Yao haphazardly pulled him, causing him to stumble forward, but he managed to hug her and brace against the shoe cabinet.

“Do you know what image you have in Sister Mi’s mind?”