Li Qiao didn’t refuse, she glanced at He Chen and curved her lips, then walked to the guest room door and quietly reminded, "Brother Chen, she’s injured."
"Don’t worry." He Chen looked at Yin Mo with a faint smile, "I don’t hit won."
Li Qiao gave him a look and turned to leave.
Inside the guest room, He Chen shut the door with a swing and leisurely locked it.
Yin Mo sat on the bed, watching him warily; this He Chen seed a bit dangerous.
In her tension, Yin Mo wanted to grab sothing to protect herself, but her hand found nothing, so she clutched the bedsheet trying to calm herself down, "Why lock the door?"
He Chen licked his teeth, "What do you think?"
Yin Mo regretted her outspoken nature, wishing she hadn’t complained about him behind his back.
He Chen was too unrestrained; every ti in a room with him, Yin Mo instinctively felt fear and trepidation.
At this mont, He Chen walked lazily to the foot of the bed, sat down, and looked at her ankle with an inscrutable expression.
Yin Mo’s toes curled, and she instinctively pulled up a blanket to cover her legs.
He Chen’s gaze was too aggressive; even if he did nothing, it still made people feel an inexplicable tension.
"You’ve grown bold, haven’t you?"
He Chen flicked open the blanket with two fingers, revealing her ankle and her fair foot once more.
Yin Mo frowned, reaching out to grab the blanket back, when a warm fingertip unexpectedly brushed her instep, "Haven’t seen each other for a while, and you’ve learned to tattle."
"I was just... speaking the truth," Yin Mo remained still, only feeling the skin touched by He Chen getting hotter and hotter.
He Chen raised an eyebrow unhappily, "So the truth isn’t that you’re stupid?"
Yin Mo pressed her lips, saying nothing, only watching his every move with full alertness.
It didn’t matter what she said; He Chen always managed to talk circles around her and counter her.
Saying more was useless and added to the vexation.
Yin Mo quietly pulled the blanket over herself again, her eyes flickering, "Did you co just to put down?"
He Chen lifted his eyelids, a wicked smile playing on his lips, reached out and pinched her cheek, "You dared to set up, yet you’re afraid of putting you down?"
Yin Mo’s left cheek was pinched, the soft texture making He Chen unable to resist pinching it again, "Quite daring."
At that mont, alarm bells rang in Yin Mo’s heart, "I didn’t..."
The rest of her words were blocked by He Chen.
Not with his mouth, but with his hand.
His thumb pressed against Yin Mo’s lips, his handso face looking ever more roguish and playful, "Don’t explain, better you tell how you plan to make it up to ."
Yin Mo: "???
"Make it up to you?"
The curve of He Chen’s mouth dipped a bit, "Don’t want to make it up?"
Yin Mo shook her head frankly, "I’m the one injured, you’re the one who pushed , and yet you still..." dare to ask for compensation?
The last few words were blocked again by He Chen.
This ti, it was with his mouth.
He Chen swiftly clasped Yin Mo’s nape and leaned forward, capturing her lips directly.
Since the first ti he saw her on the lawn, he wanted to do this.
This woman didn’t learn discretion until taught a lesson.
Yin Mo had long experienced He Chen’s superb kissing skills; even though she struggled and pushed, she was still unable to move him an inch.
The disparity in strength between n and won, coupled with Yin Mo’s inability to move easily, transford the kiss at the bedside gently heating up into sothing different.
Yin Mo was kissed until she was breathless, her pushing force becoming weak and feeble.
anwhile, He Chen kissed deeply, occasionally nipping at her tongue.
Abruptly, Yin Mo felt a bolt of pain, and when she opened her eyes, she t He Chen’s mischievous gaze.
He bit her again, then languidly licked his lips, "Your skills have improved."
Yin Mo’s face was burning hot, she glared at He Chen while gasping for air, "Shaless."
The beauty in anger was still vibrant and enticing.
He Chen’s throat constricted repeatedly, and he pulled up the blanket to cover her body, also concealing the suggestive curves of her chest.
He turned his head aside and took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lighting one and blowing smoke towards Yin Mo’s face, "You’re right, you do make act shalessly."
Yin Mo: "..."
He Chen used his thumb to wipe the moisture at the corner of his mouth, tilting his head with a raised brow, "What did you talk about with your sister-in-law just now?"
"Didn’t you hear?" Yin Mo shot him a sidelong glance, sarcastically retorting.
He Chen savored his cigarette, his eyes squinting in comfort, "Which sentence?"
Yin Mo lowered her gaze, a sense of helplessness rising in her heart anew.
Even facing Xiao Yehui, she had never been this at a loss.
Yet He Chen always managed to leave her speechless and at her wit’s end.
Could you really engage on the sa level with a rogue?
Yin Mo’s expression was wooden, recounting a few sentences in a flat tone.
At this, He Chen’s gaze deepened, harboring emotions Yin Mo could not decipher, "Not going back is indeed a wise choice."
Yin Mo’s heart tightened, and she countered, "I have to go back, I..."
"If you can, then walk away now." He Chen glanced at her ankle, coldly flicking the bandage, "Try it, I’ll break your other leg too."
Yin Mo didn’t even know how many tis she’d been rendered speechless.
If she could walk, who would stay here letting this shaless man take advantage?
Seeing this, He Chen laughed, the sunlight from the window reflecting in his eyes, dazzling and captivating.
He reached out once more, pinching Yin Mo’s cheek, and leaned down to nibble on the tip of her nose, "Don’t risk it, stay obediently in the South Sea to heal."
Yin Mo faltered, dodging slightly, her heart a tumult of mixed feelings, sothing indescribable.
Sotis she felt like He Chen’s toy, yet occasionally he would show a dominant authority.
Especially the scene of him lifting her from the snow, repeatedly flashed through her mind.
That was her first ti being carried like a princess, along with many other firsts, all brought by He Chen.
She was supposed to loathe him, yet she always found herself falling for the subtle care he showed.
Yin Mo’s mood was heavy as she pulled the blanket over her face, turning to face away from He Chen, "I’m tired."
He Chen noticed her change, choosing not to delve deeper.
He sat quietly by the bed until he finished his cigarette, then rose, dusting the ash from his trousers, "After adjusting your ti difference, co find next door. Didn’t make you exert yourself, yet you claim to be tired."
Yin Mo covered her face, pretending to sleep.
He Chen turned to leave, glancing at her ankle before pressing his lips and exiting the guest room.
...
In the dining room, lunch was already prepared.
Li Qiao sat with eyes downcast against the back of her chair, lost in thought.
Shang Yu stood near the Glazed Pavilion, preparing nutrients for her, while Jin Rong stood nearby watching eagerly.
Occasionally, he threw out a few questions, "What is that? What’s that for? What’s the benefit of eating that? Is there any at ho? What brand is it?"
He Chen walked into the dining room and sat directly next to Li Qiao, seeing her with her head down and silent, thinking she was worried about Yin Mo’s situation.
However, as he followed Li Qiao’s gaze, he found her head down playing a ga on her phone...
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