Chapter 489: Living Under His Surveillance

She hadn’t even thought of lending a hand.

Chu Yao gradually recovered herself, suddenly turned around, and looked at the man a few steps away, her habitually haughty eyes squinted, “Come here.”

Mo Tingshen hesitated not a bit.

As soon as he approached, Chu Yao grabbed him, pushed open a nearby door, and pressed his back against it by grabbing his shoulders.

The color drained from Mo Tingshen’s face, his sharply defined facial contours indiscernible in the darkness, his breath slightly heavy and chilling, “Xiao Yao, it’s over.”

“Why are you always following me?

Are you that idle?

Not managing Shengjing anymore?”

Since she had been released from jail, she had been under Mo Tingshen’s surveillance.

He personally followed her most of the time.

He merely followed her; unless she objected, he would never show himself.

Even if she were in danger, just like a moment ago, he acted like an indifferent spectator, utterly unconcerned about her safety.

“Do you really want to see me forced again?”

Mo Tingshen’s aura changed, his eyebrows and eyes drooped heavily; he stared fixedly at Chu Yao, his lips tight, each word deliberate, “I won’t let that happen again.”

“Really?”

Chu Yao laughed, her laugh chilly and detached.

Narrowing her eyes at him, immersed in a deep chill, the mockery in her eyes almost uncontrollable.

Her hand slipped into the man’s belt, pulling out the tail of his shirt; her freshly manicured nails were long, pointed, with a diamond affixed at the tip of each finger, scraping against the man’s waist, causing his tense body to twitch slightly.

Chu Yao looked down, her gaze fixed on the lowest button of his shirt.

From bottom to top, she undid them one by one.

Mo Tingshen looked up, and just as she was about to undo the last one, he grabbed her hand.

“Enough, stop it.”

No sooner had he spoken than Chu Yao looked up, a single clear tear falling onto the back of his hand.

Mo Tingshen’s voice tightened, “Xiao Yao.”

Chu Yao gritted her teeth, wrenched her hand free, and not having the patience to slowly undo it, she simply tore the button off.

She pulled down Mo Tingshen’s neck and kissed him fiercely.

Mo Tingshen didn’t move, didn’t kiss her back, didn’t embrace her, just narrowed his dark eyes, always keeping her in sight.

Chu Yao swirled her tongue in his mouth briefly before slowly pulling back, kissing down from his philtrum to his mouth corner, then to his cheek, and finally his earlobe.

“Mo Tingshen,” Chu Yao exhaled softly, “you really are quietly intense.”

The man’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He bent his head, arched his back, his chin barely touching her shoulder, not exerting any pressure, just lightly touching.

Chu Yao was crying.

Crying without making a sound.

Tears dripped drop by drop onto Mo Tingshen’s shoulder.

He remained motionless, and after a long while, he sighed silently in his heart.

He raised his hand, yet before it could reach her back, she suddenly pushed him away.

Chu Yao pulled open the door and left.

“Xiao Yao.”

Mo Tingshen walked out from behind the door, buttoning up the shirt she had undone, and came into the bright part of the corridor; his unflustered face caught in Chu Yao’s eyes.

“I have to go on a business trip tomorrow.

I’ll have someone follow and protect you in secret.”

“Don’t!”

Chu Yao clenched her teeth, enduring an unreasonable heartache, her eyebrows and eyes conveying a hint of hatred, “You know, aside from you, I won’t let any man follow me.”

Mo Tingshen: “He will follow you in secret and won’t bother you.”

“I said no!”

Chu Yao stared at him, stubbornly ready to resist him.

After a brief standoff, Mo Tingshen compromised, “Okay, I won’t have someone follow you.

I’ll try to finish up early.

I might not make it back in time for your award ceremony the day after tomorrow.”