Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

When?

He only drank two glasses of wine at the banquet. Was it the wine?

Sheng Yihan opened his eyes and felt a bit dazed. He closed his eyes again and a pornographic image popped up in his mind and the female lead was Ji Nuan.

The man slightly lifted up his face. His Adam’s apple kept rolling and he let out a heavy gasp. His eyes kept flashing Ji Nuan’s face and he even began to fantasized Ji Nuan without clothes…

As his body grew hotter, the images in his mind became more erotic, and the heat from his lower body grew so intense that he had to switch from hot water to cold water in the bathroom.

Almost at the same time, he heard the room opening from the outside. Sheng Yihan stood in the bathroom, holding on to the wall with one hand. The cold water gradually sobered him up. He listened to what was going on outside; his eyes deep and dark. A moment later, the door was shut and it was silent again.

Who entered and left?

Only his secretary had a room card.

Sheng Yihan endured the intolerable heat from his lower body and his handsome face was all dark. He suddenly turned off the showerhead, lifted his hand, and pulled his bathrobe on him, opened the door, and went out deadpan.

The room was the same as it had been before he went to the bathroom for a bath, the lights dim and the curtains closed. He glanced coldly at the door, turned to pick up his cell phone placed beside the bed, but when his eyes fell on the bed, he suddenly noticed there was a bulge under the quilt in the middle of the bed. Apparently, someone was lying under the quilt.

He looked over, went to the bed with a cold face, and suddenly pulled the covers off.

At the moment he pulled off the quilt, there was a burst of thunder and lightning outside the window and a bolt of lightning flashed past the window, making his brain almost explode, although he had just forced himself to calm down with cold water.

On the big white bed, the woman who was wearing that dress was lying on it. Her long hair splayed over the bed, her white cheeks were abnormally red, and her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep, or rather, in a coma.

The woman in the scene that kept flashing in his mind gradually overlapped with the one quietly lying in bed.

Sheng Yihan stared at Ji Nuan for a long time, gradually put down the quilt in his hand, and threw it to the other side of the bed.

Who designed all this in the dark, who knew that he loved Ji Nuan for many years although he never said it, and who managed to put Ji Nuan unconscious and sent her to his bed? He certainly knew the answer.

Ji Mengran had been so cornered that she had collapsed.

She wanted to ruin Ji Nuan.

She wanted to ruin Ji Nuan with his hands.

Normally, Sheng Yihan would never allow Ji Mengran to use him, but now his Achilles heel was right here. To ruin her was to ruin him. He didn’t mind being ruined together with her, so why not?

Standing for a moment beside the bed, he slowly reached out and gently touched the woman’s fair-skinned flushed little face.

He suddenly recalled in the Spring Festival many years ago, how he pressed her onto the sofa and almost stripped her naked. The memory about the softness of her body and the smooth feel of her skin awakened the unending desire for this woman that had been lurking in his mind for years, which gnawed at his reason with the heat surging from his lower body.

Especially, the woman in bed was so quiet and didn’t look so cold and unapproachable as she always did when he saw her. Her skin was as white and smooth as ever, her long lashes as still, and she breathed as evenly as a princess who had bitten a poisoned apple and fallen into a coma, waiting for her man to kiss her awake

The woman that had been haunting his mind for many years, the reason that he disliked other women, was lying here quietly.

Should he touch her?

He was drugged and it seemed that she was also drugged, but he didn’t know how Ji Mengran made her fall into a coma.

As long as he slept with her tonight, even if Mo Jingshen could tolerate this and still loved her, from what he knew of Ji Nuan, she wouldn’t go back to Mo Jingshen again. And if he guessed right, Ji Mengran must have notified media and journalists who would wait outside the door to shoot the photos to prove that Mrs. Mo had an affair.

He wouldn’t lose anything, except that Mo Jingshen might be angry at him.

But he had angered Mo Jingshen far many times. If he feared the Mo family, he wouldn’t be today’s Sheng Yihan.

Ji Nuan

This name and this flushed, attractive little face kept flashing in his mind.

Little by little, his reason was corroded by the heat of his lower body. Even if he wouldn’t get anything except for her body from this night, he still wanted it.

The man lowered his head, slowly approached the woman in bed. This woman should have belonged to him. He shouldn’t let her go because of pity back then. He should have made her his own early on. Then perhaps nothing would have happened between her and Mo Jingshen. Even if she would hate him, her man would be him.

Just when Sheng Yihan’s thin lips were about to fall on her red lips, Ji Nuan suddenly woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the man’s face so close in front of her. She shuddered and moved her face aside with a jerk. The man’s kiss didn’t fall to her lips but brushed past the corner of her mouth.

Seeing the woman who had been in a coma suddenly move, the flame in Sheng Yihan’s eyes instantly burnt more fiercely and he stared down at her.

When his lips brushed past the corner of Ji Nuan’s mouth, it made Ji Nuan’s hairs stand up. Having no time to figure out what had happened, she remembered that when the banquet hall turned dark, someone covered her mouth with their hand, and then she caught a sharp smell and passed out.

But she never expected that the one she saw when she woke up was Sheng Yihan!

That nightmare she experienced when she was still a teenager suddenly popped up in her mind. She was all tense and stared vigilantly at the man who just tried to kiss her. “Did you have me drugged?”

Looking at her moving lips, Sheng Yihan could hardly control his desire but he tried to be patient, looked at her cold and wary eyes, smiled, and said hoarsely, “Yes, so what?”