Chapter 331: If you tell me not to make trouble I'll obey

After the doctor left, Mo Suizhi saw Chu Yao standing at the top of the stairs.

“Xiao Yao, have you had breakfast?”

Chu Yao nodded.

“This dietary prescription is very effective.

I’ll pick a couple of dishes for the kitchen to make.

Later, I’ll call big brother to come down for breakfast,” he said, then looked up at Chu Yao, “Big brother is fine, don’t worry.”

Chu Yao opened her mouth to speak, found she had nothing to say, and closed it again.

She didn’t ask about that person.

Mo Suizhi went to the kitchen, and soon the sound of his conversation with Mo Li could be heard.

Chu Yao walked upstairs to return to Mo Suizhi’s room.

Her hand rested on the doorknob, the chill biting at her fingertips, and she swiftly withdrew it.

She lifted her eyes to look across the hallway.

Mo Tingshen had come out after showering.

The empty liquor bottle had been thrown away, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of incense.

The room was warm with the heating on.

He was wearing only a pair of shorts, a white towel draped over his shoulders, gathering one side as he walked out and was drying his hair.

Suddenly, he paused, lifting his gaze toward the balcony.

His room’s balcony was enclosed, with floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, a round table, and two wicker chairs.

A few cushions were arranged on the floor and several sculptures were placed in the corner.

Chu Yao sat on a wicker chair with one leg draped over the knee of the other, slightly turned upward.

Because of her posture, the grey and white sweatshirt she wore was hiked up her thighs a bit.

A small movement would make it all too easy to reveal everything underneath.

Her feet were resting on a cushion, and a man’s trousers were thrown on the floor.

They weren’t his.

“Put your pants on.”

Chu Yao looked away, “It’s too big when I wear Second Brother’s pants, I can’t walk steadily in them.

I took them off when I entered your room, no one else saw.”

Mo Tingshen pinched the bridge of his nose with force, “Xiao Yao, is it appropriate for you to say such things to me?”

She blinked, “What’s inappropriate about it?”

Mo Tingshen suddenly threw the towel onto the floor.

Such a light and airy thing, not having absorbed much water, still made a “smack” sound upon impact.

Chu Yao propped her face with her hands, glanced down at the ground, then looked up again as Mo Tingshen took big strides into the walk-in closet.

The door shut, and when he came out again, he was fully dressed, a small area on the shoulder of his white shirt stained by water droplets falling from his hair.

“I’ve chosen an outfit for you, go change.”

Chu Yao leaned back, reclining in the wicker chair and leisurely sipping her coffee.

Mo Tingshen came over, took the cup from her, and lifted her up horizontally.

Chu Yao, feeling playful, hooked around his waist and called out, “Big brother.”

Mo Tingshen held his head high, looking straight ahead without a glance.

Chu Yao curved her feet upward, knowing that with just a glance downward, he could see everything below her upper body.

The man quickened his pace, carrying her into the closet.

On top of the chest of drawers, there lay a neatly folded set of clothes.

He picked up the trousers, lifted her feet, slid her legs through, and pulled them up to her waist.

Over the layer of sweatshirt, Chu Yao suddenly pressed down on his hand that hadn’t had time to retract.

She asked, “Why won’t you look at me?”

Mo Tingshen ignored her, pulling away from her grasp, and reached for the shirt.

“Will you help me take it off?” Her hands pressed on the chest of drawers, she pushed herself up to sit on it, her voice soft and seductive, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

Mo Tingshen glared at her with a cold face, “Can’t you stop fooling around?”

Chu Yao raised an eyebrow, “Sure, I can stop as long as you tell me to.

I’ll be obedient.”

The words sounded compliant at first, but she had always been defiant, manipulating him for so many years, knowing exactly how to exploit the loopholes in his temper.

Regrettably, his expression didn’t change in the slightest.

He tossed the clothes into her hands and turned to leave.

His voice came through the closed door, “Dress yourself.

If you don’t want to, then stay inside.

You can have my room; I’ll leave.”