Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ji Nuan was startled and took a subconscious step back. The man caught her movement, and decisively held her waist. Under the envious and teasing gazes of the employees, he brought her into the changing room.

After he closed the door, a familiar scent suddenly filled her surroundings. Ji Nuan reflexively backed away. By the time she reacted, the man’s tall body had already pressed her against the door of the fitting room.

Although the space was big, there were only the two of them right now. Ji Nuan strangely felt her face burning. Her eyes searched her surroundings, checking to see if there were surveillance cameras installed.

“Why did you come in? I need to change my clothes first…”

The man’s fingers spread across her back. Looking into her eyes, he pressed a kiss on her lips.

Ji Nuan: “???”

“You’re too beautiful. Let me kiss you first.” The man spoke huskily by her lips.

Ji Nuan: “…”

…

They get into the car, drove home, and entered through the doors.

Before the living room lights were even turned on, Mo Jingshen held her cheek with one hand and leaned down to give her a deep kiss. They continued the activities he had to restrain himself from completing in the changing room.

After kissing for a while, Ji Nuan reached out and pressed a hand against his chest. She borrowed a small gap between their lips to breathe. However, a second later, the man was holding her against the wall. He kissed the edge of her lips. His ink-black eyes were boundlessly dark as he moved, as though to swallow her whole: “You’re still moving away?”

Ji Nuan blinked. “Why do I feel that, because you’re returning to Hai City tomorrow night, you’re especially rushed today. It’s as though you’re about to charge into war.”

In the past, Mo Jingshen was always exceptionally patient with her. He would always give her time to be ready.

However, right now…

After changing out of the gown, she was forcefully brought out of the shop, forcibly brought onto the car, and after returning home, she was vigorously pressed against the wall…

Mo Jingshen lowered his eyes to watch her, calmly speaking, “You’re right. I do plan on charging into war. I’ll be returning to Hai City tomorrow night; you won’t even let me eat you up tonight?”

Ji Nuan: “…Isn’t that way too cruel? You treated me to dinner, accompanied me to shop, and after bringing me home, you’re being so direct. I almost suspect that I’m not your wife but the lover on the side that you rarely have the chance to meet.”

The man chuckled with his low, husky voice. Ignoring her words, he reached directly toward her waist and smoothly tugged down the zipper of her skirt.

Ji Nuan frantically reached to hold his hand down. His pace of ‘charging forward without any foreplay’ startled her into turning scarlet red. “Mo Jingshen!”

He leaned down to kiss her face, chuckling huskily: “Earlier at the changing room, you were clearly struggling to bear it. Now that we’re home, do you really need me to tease you again?”

“…”

“Aren’t you already ready?”

This man!

Ji Nuan felt as though something had exploded in her brain. She cried out with a red face: “Mo Jingshen, shut your mouth! Earlier, I was in a hurry to change out of the gown. That’s why I didn’t…”

Before she could finish her words, her skirt was already tugged off. The man raised his arm and tossed her skirt aside; it landed on the carpet slightly away from the sofa.

Afterward, he pushed her toward his embrace. The moment their lower bodies were pressed together, she clearly felt that he was truly in the state to ‘charge into war’…

Ji Nuan: “…”

Why did she use to think that this man was quiet and dispassionate?

His dispassion was only a mask used to fool observers!

The man’s hand then came to tug at her blouse. Ji Nuan rushed to hold onto his hand with a tight grip.

Mo Jingshen narrowed his eyes. His husky voice was low as he coaxed against her ear, “Let go, en?”

Ji Nuan raised her eyes. She looked at his handsome, distinct face and his ink-black, seductive eyes. The focused, burning passion, as well as the rare hint of urgency in his gaze, suddenly brought Ji Nuan an inexplicable sense of achievement.

For a man like him to lose control, aside from the effect of physical urges, it was also because, as he had previously mentioned, she was someone he loved very much. His feelings were deep to the point where the words ‘Mrs. Mo’ could not sufficiently express them well.

He belonged only to her.

The moment this thought came to her mind, Ji Nuan instinctively stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

In that instant, the man, who had originally planned on removing her clothes, first gave up this brief tug-of-war. Without any hesitation, he brought her into a princess carry. When Ji Nuan released a soft cry, he leaned down and held her lips. He charged directly into the bedroom and placed her onto the large, soft bed.

Little kisses moved toward her ear. A low, husky voice laced with suppressed desire said by her ear: “Earlier at that fitting room, you have no idea how much restraint I had to use to keep from tearing that gown off of you and taking you right there and then.”

Ji Nuan did not understand exactly how beautiful she had been in that dress, and exactly how much she had pushed him into losing control. However, at this moment, her instincts told her that she would most likely die under him tonight. Even if she didn’t die, she would lose at least half of her life.

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For Mo Jingshen, the approaching separation could be as short as a week, or as long as a month. Regardless, Ji Nuan was doomed to be tortured late into the night.

With this man’s strength, whenever he decided not to let her off easily, he would drive her hoarse with her cries.

Yet, whenever she released hoarse cries, he was always able to continue bullying her with renewed strength.

Consequently, she could only shift her sweat-soaked face away and bite onto her lips weakly to hold in the cries that wanted to escape. If she were to provoke him, over and over again, there would really be no rest for her tonight.

Deep into the night, Ji Nuan’s strength was completely used up. She could not even lift her arm. The man carried her into the bathroom to wash up and helped her into a comfortable sleeping gown.

He slept by her side, holding her to sleep.

Ji Nuan burrowed into his arms. Although she was unable to open her eyes due to exhaustion, her hands still held onto his arms tightly. She opened her eyes slightly, watching his focused face.

The man’s lips were attractive, his nose straight and tall, and his brows the perfect thickness. Upon careful look, his eyelashes were slightly longer than most women. His expression appeared indolent after their earlier, satiating activity, while his body gave off the scent of the same body soap as hers.

Sensing her gaze, Mo Jingshen gently rubbed the back of her head. He knew that she was tired but could not bear sleeping. After all, although he was only heading back tomorrow night, she had classes in the morning. This meant that they would be separating in the morning.

His gentle caress led Ji Nuan to lose her last hold on consciousness; she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She found that she was really becoming more infatuated with this man, and less capable of enduring even a day of separation from him. Was she really becoming too spoiled?