Stubborn Love of a Roguish Scion

Ye Erruo’s face was stark white. Her body felt as if it was being torn apart. She had convulsions and cramps, her breath trembling.

She dug her fingers into his arms as she gritted her teeth. He must be crazy!!!

Mo Jiangye who felt the same amount of pain lifted her chin, his thin lips on her delicate skin as he asked softly, “Who is your baby?”

“This is painful.” She whimpered and shook her head.

“Who is your baby? Mmm?” He remained motionless, burying his face around her neck, as he waited for her to adjust.

Ye Erruo was at a loss for words.

“Y-you are my baby. No, you call the shots.”

Mo Jiangye’s frown vanished suddenly.

“Who is Lin Jingxuan?” He buried his face in her shoulders as he spoke to her in a husky voice.

“Lin Jingxuan? Who is he? I don’t know him.” Ye Erruo had strong survival instincts.

Although it was obvious that she gave him a perfunctory answer, Mo Jiangye still felt happy about it.

He kissed her soft lips, his fingers wandering down her back.

Very soon, Ye Erruo turned as soft as a pool of water. Pain was replaced by pleasure and it dominated her senses. The room was shrouded in a gentle atmosphere.

Mo Jiangye did not make her stay up for too long. Despite longing to spend more time with her, he helped her to wash up an hour later, drying her hair and carried her downstairs for dinner.

On the other hand, Ye Erruo felt upset at his behavior. He had to do something about his mood swings. She could not tolerate his sudden possessiveness of her and his insatiable desire toward her. It was too terrifying.

Perhaps he could sense the resentment of the person whom he held in his arms, Mo Jiangye reproached himself for losing his control. He softened and gave in. “I will not touch you before your body heals.”

Could his words be trusted?

Ye Erruo sighed. What he said did not matter to her.

“I will make good on my words.”

“Let’s have dinner.”

Seeing that she still refused to believe him, Mo Jiangye frowned but did not say anything else. Instead he brought her downstairs to have dinner.

During dinner, Ye Erruo spoke in a soft voice. “I have a classmates gathering the day after tomorrow.”

Mo Jiangye sucked in his breath, raising his head to look at her. He noticed that there was a pleading look on her face.

“Mmm?”

“I have to go!”

He tapped his finger on the table. “Alright.”

Ye Erruo breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to smile when he said, “You have to come with me when you return.”

“Where?”

“You will know by then.”

“Okay!”

“You are not to wear short dresses, put on make-up, or wear high heels to your classmates gathering. You have to keep a one-meter distance from male classmates. You are not allowed to speak in length to male classmates.” He gave his orders in a deep voice.

“…I understand.”

Seeing that she agreed to his orders, there was a strange glitter in Mo Jiangye’s eyes. His devilish lips curled up slightly. The helpers by the side couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed.

Their young master was never seen smiling. There was no happiness on his face and the word “joy” did not exist in his world. He was usually cold, detached, expressionless, or sinister and terrifying. There was a rumor that he did not smile at all…

“You should smile more often.” Ye Erruo propped her chin and watched him intently by the side.

Mo Jiangye’s smile gradually vanished.

Ye Erruo reached out quickly, putting her hands at the two corners of his lips to form a smile. “I like it when you smile.”

It looked nice, elegant, graceful and handsome!

He held her hand and gazed deeply into her eyes. “You like it? Let’s go back to the room. My smile is only reserved for you.”