The final ga of chess was exceedingly difficult to play for Shen Mochen, he couldn't lose, but he couldn't win either. Having witnessed Catherine's audacity, he wasn't sure whether she would remove her shoes or sothing else next.
However, Shen Mochen was a novice himself, and even if he could recall so strategies from the genius in his dreams, his chess ability was only slightly better than Catherine's. He pulled out all the stops and finally, after a brief disadvantage, managed to force a draw.
"It's a draw, a draw!" Shen Mochen took a deep breath and glanced at the ti, "It's almost seven now, we don't have ti for another ga. Let's just leave it at that. Let's put our clothes back on and watch TV!"
Without waiting for a reply, Shen Mochen started dressing himself.
"A draw ans each person takes off one item."
Catherine grabbed Shen Mochen's hand, stating firmly.
"No, why are you so keen on taking off clothes!"
Shen Mochen was on the brink of collapse. Facing Catherine's nearly perfect curves, he was afraid he really couldn't hold back.
Besides, he was only left with a pair of underwear, he literally had no clothes left to take off! Catherine seed similar, and by the look of it, she probably wouldn't take off her shoes.
"We are lovers, it's perfectly normal to see each other's bodies," Catherine whispered softly.
Well... that did seem quite normal. If they were a normal couple.
But do you not realize that we are not officially lovers?
Shen Mochen was certain that today was set up like a trap, and Catherine seed determined to get to his body.
"I can fulfill your wish, but I have one condition!" Shen Mochen said, his face flushed as he frantically suppressed the primal urge ingrained in his DNA, "I'll comply with all you want today, but you have to promise to let be free from tomorrow!"
Catherine paused, her lips curving slightly as she murmured to herself, "Am I really that repulsive to you?"
"It's not about repulsion, we can be good friends, but we don't need this twisted type of relationship…"
"Okay."
Catherine agreed.
"Then let's do it..." Shen Mochen steeled his heart, lifted Catherine in a princess carry with one arm around her back and the other under her knees, her beige linen slippers gently slipping off her feet.
He'd apologize to Yin Caiyu later for this! It was better than endlessly dealing with this situation!
Shen Mochen told himself this, trying to soothe his restless and burning heart.
Catherine's pupils dilated, seemingly surprised by the sudden princess carry.
"What are you doing?" Catherine looked at Shen Mochen, yet she did not resist in his arms.
"To your room, we can't possibly do it in the living room."
You only need to take off your clothes… Catherine was about to say this, but she swallowed her words.
"No, let's do it right here!"
Blood rushed to her cheeks, flushing Catherine's fair skin as she insisted.
"If that's what you want, then suit yourself."
Shen Mochen gently placed Catherine on the sofa, and although the girl's fragrance made his heart restless, he couldn't help but handle her with the care of a precious, fragile piece of art.
Catherine lay on the couch, her eyes gradually becoming hazy. She gently lifted her tight, round legs and kicked Shen Mochen in the chest, "Hey, you must be very experienced, right?"
"…I suppose so," Shen Mochen didn't know how to answer. In the past, he indeed had been experienced, but he hadn't done it since Yin Huailian had died.
"Then use all your skills to please …" Catherine murmured softly.
"Alright, I'll do my best."
Shen Mochen, holding Catherine's feet, gently kissed them.
"When did it beco so lively at ho?"
The front door opened, and a man walked in laughing.
Shen Mochen instantly broke out into a cold sweat. He turned his head, and all his desires vanished in that instant!
"Father, what brings you ho today?"
Catherine got up and knelt on the couch, her hand lightly covering her chest, a cold smile on her lips.
"I was hoping to have dinner with my dearest daughter, but it seems… perhaps today wasn't the day to co?"
The man scanned the living room— the scattered chess pieces, clothes all over the floor, and a pack of condoms that had been opened... his temples throbbed.
Catherine casually put on Shen Mochen's shirt: "Yes, you should have co back later, instead of like this, making my boyfriend and so embarrassed."
What is going on?… Shen Mochen completely lost his strength.
Life always encounters many awkward situations, such as visiting soone's ho during a family argunt or being caught by the "father-in-law" during intimate monts with a girlfriend.
Unfortunately for Shen Mochen, he had encountered both.
He had known that Catherine and her father were not on good terms, but the tense atmosphere between the father and daughter made him extrely uncomfortable.
And Catherine, your dress is right there, why wear my shirt! If you wear my shirt, what do I wear! Your dress?
Shen Mochen shivered and could only put on his trousers first.
Well, trousers are a great thing; with a pair of trousers, it seed like all the filth and desire were covered up. It gave one a bit more confidence.
Shen Mochen stealthily observed the legendary Peter Georgievich Alexandrov, the Earl. The man was supposed to be over forty but looked like he was just in his early thirties.
His physique was robust, probably over six feet tall, a typical Romanic handso man with deep eye sockets and a prominent nose. His chiseled features were naturally imposing, not unlike Catherine's, true father and daughter.
The Earl's face smiled as he sat down next to the couch, his gaze at Shen Mochen sharp as a knife: "I'm really sorry to have embarrassed you, had I known, I would have waited outside for a while."
Catherine pulled Shen Mochen to sit next to her, her legs hidden behind him. She scoffed, "It's good that you didn't wait, otherwise, you might have ended up standing outside for at least two hours."
Sister, if you don't know, don't talk nonsense… Even if I could last two hours, you probably couldn't handle it… So to say, a virgin with no experience… Shen Mochen thought sarcastically, although it was sowhat inappropriate at the mont, he still couldn't help feeling slightly superior.
The Earl chuckled coldly, accepting a glass of wine from Fuzi and downed it in one go. He leaned on the couch, took out a cigar, cut the tip with a cigar cutter, then took out a lighter to gently toast the foot, and took a gentle puff.
His deanor was so relaxed, or rather, as if no one else mattered, seemingly completely indifferent to this "guest," ignoring him as the best form of scorn.
The Earl took a puff of the cigar, crossed his legs, and then slowly turned to look at Shen Mochen.
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