Chapter 560: Don't Touch What You Shouldn't

“You?”

Yaen Chi really couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Who’s talking about cherishing life?

It seems Mo Tingshen didn’t stab his chest but his brain.

It’s been two days, and the Mo Family is still under control.

He hasn’t dealt with those he should deal with, guarding Chu Yao all day, a proper sense of a dazed ruler.

Yaen Chi wanted to laugh a bit more, but Mo Tingshen hung up the phone directly.

The phone was placed face down on the washbasin, he prepared the hot water and carried it out, placing it on the bedside table.

Chu Yao leaned against the headboard, watching a drama on her phone, giggling as she lifted her eyes, “Brother, do you think she’s prettier, or am I?”

This drama was the hit of the year, and its lead actress happened to be under Shenghui’s label, whom Mo Tingshen had put much effort into promoting.

The company was rife with rumors about the two of them.

However, in front of Chu Yao, Mo Tingshen, without even blinking, said, “You are prettier.”

Chu Yao snorted with laughter, “Liar.”

As she spoke, her eyes shifted away, no longer meeting his.

Mo Tingshen helplessly watched her, everyone in the entertainment circle knows how solid Chu Yao’s backing is.

The whole Rongcheng City knows she’s the cherished red rose held in the palm of someone’s hand.

Even after a mishap and returning, she remained stunningly beautiful in everyone’s eyes.

Even injured, sick, her normally snow-like skin took on a pallid, sickly hue, which oddly added a touch of vulnerable allure, except for that stubborn mouth that even a lightning strike couldn’t alter.

“I’ve brought the water for you, do you want to wipe yourself down?”

Chu Yao gave him a strange look, “Brother, I can only manage my phone, I’m not up to bathing.”

Mo Tingshen: “I’ll hire a part-time worker.”

“I don’t want others to see my—”

Chu Yao lifted her chin, “body.”

So he could?

“Stop fussing, I’ll stand by the door.

You wipe yourself, and I’ll help you with the parts you can’t reach.”

His voice was husky and gentle as he spoke, bending at the waist with a slight bow, the room heated, wearing only a black shirt, buttoned up neatly.

Coincidentally standing under the light, his physique beneath the shirt was shrouded in a hazy, seductive light.

Chu Yao blatantly stared at his toned waist, humming lightly, “Since you’re going to help me eventually, why not just start from the beginning?”

Mo Tingshen faced her with a stern expression, not giving in at all.

Chu Yao’s voice softened, “Brother~~”

His brow furrowed more tightly; these past few days, Chu Yao nearly always had “brother” on her lips.

Each time she called him that, Mo Tingshen felt a tingling in his scalp.

Chu Yao didn’t back down either, her attitude not overly assertive, she maintained eye contact, fearless of the man’s increasingly stern expression.

Eventually, Mo Tingshen raised his hand, pressing heavily between his brows twice, then turned to turn off all the lights in the room.

Returning, he lifted the thick quilt off Chu Yao and took a thin blanket from the couch, covering her with it.

“Undress yourself.”

Chu Yao took off her trousers and then pretended to lift her shirt, intentionally showing him that she couldn’t manage it.

“Brother, my rib is broken, I can’t undress.”

Mo Tingshen took a deep breath, helping her take off her top.

He grabbed a hot towel and slid it under the blanket.

He warned in a low voice, “Don’t move, if you won’t cooperate, I’ll still call the part-time worker.”

“Oh.”

Chu Yao obediently lay there, her phone still playing the drama, casting a cold light on the side of her face.

She lied back, only staring at the ceiling, her voice leisurely slow as she said, “Be careful with your hands, don’t touch where you shouldn’t.”