Holding Her Down, Kissing Her

Chapter 27 Chapter 26: Holding her down, kissing her. Watching the WeChat message on her phone screen, Wen Yicong's heart skipped several beats.

After a moment of deliberation, she puffed out her cheeks and turned off the phone screen. Not knowing what to reply, she simply didn't reply.

If it was rude, so be it. The man who forced a kiss on her was even ruder. Wen Yicong thought angrily, turned off the light, and went to sleep. * Wen Yicong had originally thought that after falling asleep, her mind would find brief peace, but the lingering warmth of that kiss was like a branding iron, imprinted deep in her senses.

It burned her so that she couldn't sleep well all night. She felt like a lonely little boat tossed in a storm all night long.

When dawn came, she was exhausted. Last night's torrential rain had cleansed heaven and earth; the sky was a clear blue, pure without a trace of impurity.

Sunlight poured down, gilding every blade of grass and tree at the Mo Family Manor with a golden edge, and the raindrops still clinging to the leaves refracted translucent light. Looking at the bright, beautiful weather outside the window, the agitation in Wen Yicong's heart eased a little.

She took a deep breath, twisted her neck to loosen her muscles, and pulled open the door. As luck would have it, she ran into Auntie Zhang coming toward her.

The other woman was holding neatly folded clothes in her arms and said with a smile, 'Good morning, Teacher Wen. Your clothes are all washed and ironed.' 'Good morning, Auntie Zhang.

Thank you so much for the trouble.' Wen Yicong took the clothes with both hands and thanked her with a smile. After speaking, her gaze swept across the empty corridor, and she asked casually, 'Um... today... will Mr.

Mo be going out?' Auntie Zhang didn't notice anything unusual in her expression and replied naturally, 'I heard Assistant Lin Ke mention that the master has two important meetings this morning. He'll probably have to leave right after breakfast.' Hearing this, Wen Yicong felt an inexplicable relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted.

After saying goodbye to Auntie Zhang, Wen Yicong carried the stack of clothes back to her room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the quilt on the bed folded like a little steamed bun, round and plump.

Wen Yicong looked at the quilt, found it displeasing, and simply reached out to mess it up, then slowly refolded it. After folding, she leisurely hung the clean clothes Auntie Zhang had brought one by one in the dressing room.

After hanging the clothes, she took a wet towel from the bathroom and slowly wiped down the tables and chairs... Only after she had 'slacked off' in every possible way did Wen Yicong pull open the door again and dawdle out.

As she descended the spiral staircase, she muttered to herself: She had deliberately delayed for so long; surely Mo Shaoshang must have already left, right? However, reality was far from ideal.

When she stepped into the spacious, bright dining room, her gaze was immediately caught by the figure at the head of the table. In the faint morning light, the man was impeccably dressed in a suit, his gold-rimmed glasses gleaming coldly, like a lurking predator.

Wen Yicong's steps faltered. Just one glance, and those scorching, dense kisses from the studio—filled with punishment and possession—were unsealed.

Countless sensual and shameful images surged up from the depths of her mind, clear to the point of being infuriating. Wen Yicong's cheeks flushed hotly, feeling embarrassed, uneasy, and flustered.

But there was no help for it. She was already here; she couldn't just turn back. Helpless, Wen Yicong could only steel herself and walk to the dining table as if nothing had happened, taking her seat.

A uniformed staff member walked out from the pantry and brought freshly baked pastries. The entire dining room was extremely quiet.

Wen Yicong was a person who understood rules and etiquette. Normally, no matter the occasion, she would greet her employer proactively.

But today, after last night's 'offensive' accident, with a hint of spite and a desire for revenge, she did not greet Mo Shaoshang. Instead, she lowered her head, picked up a slice of toast, and took small bites.

A gaze was fixed on her the entire time. Mo Shaoshang watched Wen Yicong, noticing the young therapist's deliberate silence and distance.

His brow arched almost imperceptibly. Like a crack opening in a frozen lake, a trace of faint amusement spread from the depths of his eyes.

This girl had always been cautious and courteous with him before. Was she throwing a little tantrum? Carino. She wasn't talking to him, so of course he had to take the initiative.

Mo Shaoshang said flatly, 'Good morning, Teacher Wen.' Hearing this, Wen Yicong paused for a second as she reached for her milk glass, then cleared her throat uncomfortably. Without looking up, she kept her eyes down and replied softly, '...Good morning.' 'Did Teacher Wen sleep well last night?' he asked, as if making casual conversation, his tone calm.

'...Not bad,' she answered vaguely, hoping the topic would end quickly. Mo Shaoshang looked at the Eastern girl before him, his gaze passing over her crescent-shaped brows and bright, clear eyes, landing on the faint dark circles under her eyes.

He said casually, 'But you look tired.' Hearing this, Wen Yicong's cheeks grew warm, and she unconsciously bit her lower lip. This man had already returned to his usual dignified, elegant, restrained, and courteous demeanor.

The perfectly fitted, custom-made high-end suit was immaculate, crisp and cold. The gold-rimmed glasses sat on his nose, and behind the lenses, his eyes were like a deep sea without waves—calm and composed.

His composed attitude almost made Wen Yicong wonder if the violent predator who had trapped her in his arms in the studio last night and kissed her until she could barely breathe was just a hallucination brought on by extreme fatigue. Luckily, she had looked in the mirror this morning.

She saw that the inside of her lower lip was bitten and still swollen. The tiny bite mark reminded her of last night's madness and recorded his crime.

Otherwise, she might really have thought that everything last night was just a ridiculous dream. Thinking of this, Wen Yicong couldn't help but feel a trace of genuine admiration for her employer.

What thick skin... Caught out, Wen Yicong had no choice. After a moment of silence, she made up a random excuse: 'There was a mosquito in my room last night.

It was very noisy, flying around, so I didn't sleep well.' As soon as she finished speaking, before Mo Shaoshang could respond, Master Heng, who was standing by, spoke up. Master Heng frowned slightly and muttered suspiciously, 'A mosquito in Teacher Wen's bedroom?

That shouldn't be. The estate has specially planted many geraniums, and the daily fragrance in your bedroom also contains lavender and lemongrass essential oils.

These plants are all specially cultivated new varieties with excellent mosquito-repelling effects.' After hearing this, Wen Yicong was momentarily embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed, and she took a sip of milk to cover it up, then stammered, 'Then—then I must have misheard.

Not a mosquito, maybe some other flying insect.' But Master Heng, being dutiful, had clearly taken the matter to heart. He smiled and said, 'Don't worry, Teacher Wen.

I'll take someone to check and deal with it right away.' Without waiting for Wen Yicong to reply, Master Heng turned around and briskly called two servants to go upstairs and catch the insect. 'Master Heng, no need, really no need, Master Heng!' She called out several times, but Master Heng just waved his hand at her without turning back, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Wen Yicong fell silent. In an instant, the large dining room was left with only her and Mo Shaoshang. The air seemed to freeze, stirring up an indescribable subtlety.

Wen Yicong pursed her lips slightly. Every time she was alone with Mo Shaoshang, she felt uncomfortable. After last night, this feeling was even stronger.

Wen Yicong could only lower her head and continue to force herself to eat breakfast calmly. But even without looking, she could feel a gaze on her—focused, burning, with a penetrating power that saw through everything.

Like an invisible but resilient spiderweb, thousands of threads tightly enveloped her, entangling her breath, disturbing her heartbeat. Her heart began to race again.

Wen Yicong took a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore that gaze. Just as she was being crushed by the silent pressure, Mo Shaoshang suddenly spoke, his tone natural.

He asked calmly, 'Have you considered what I said last night, Teacher Wen?' 'Clatter—' Wen Yicong's fingertips trembled, and her fork clinked against the bone china plate, making a crisp sound. Without warning, a surge of heat exploded from her chest, spreading rapidly, burning her cheeks, ears, and even her fair neck.

She didn't know how to answer, so she just pursed her lips and remained silent. The best hunters often have the best patience.

Mo Shaoshang's blue-black eyes fixed on her, as if he didn't intend to give her room to escape. He added, 'Please go out with me, Teacher Wen.' Wen Yicong's heart was tangled, like a ball of yarn played with by a cat, messy and without a clue.

This matter was not only sudden but also completely beyond her life plan. How much did she know about Mo Shaoshang? Apart from knowing he was Airi's uncle and that he possessed wealth, power, and social status beyond her imagination, she knew nothing else.

Only one night had passed, and she hadn't even digested this information yet. Was she supposed to agree to his request and start a relationship with him in a muddled way?

Even if it was for Airi, even if, as Su Wanxin said, she wouldn't lose anything... Wen Yicong lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, her heart wavering.

She deliberated for a long time until she felt his gaze almost piercing through her, and finally found her voice: 'Mr. Mo.

This is a major matter that requires careful consideration for me. Please... give me some more time.' She paused, took a deep breath, and set a deadline for herself: 'Like this.

Let me think it over properly, and when I've figured it out, I'll give you my answer.' Hearing this, Mo Shaoshang stared at her for a long moment without blinking, then nodded: 'Good.' After that, only the soft sounds of utensils touching remained in the dining room.

Wen Yicong buried her head and ate silently, chewing on shrimp while earnestly praying in her heart: Mo Shaoshang, leave quickly, leave quickly. But things didn't go as she wished; her employer seemed in no hurry to leave.

He even had an extra bowl of porridge than usual, eating slowly and unhurriedly. Just as Wen Yicong couldn't stand it any longer and was about to find an excuse to slip away, the man at the head of the table finally put down his chopsticks.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then stood up, his gaze fixed on the young woman's reddened ear tips. Then he raised his brow slightly, said nothing, turned, and left the dining room.

The steady sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Thank goodness, he's finally gone... Wen Yicong relaxed, her shoulders slumping as she leaned back in her chair, letting out a long sigh.

But this relaxed state lasted only a few seconds before she slapped her forehead and sat up straight like a leaping carp— Oh no! She forgot to ask him why Airi was averse to the color blue.

Thinking of this, Wen Yicong was filled with regret and couldn't help but complain inwardly: It's all Mo Shaoshang's fault. After being kissed wildly by him, she had forgotten all about the important matter...

No help for it. Auntie Zhang had said he would be very busy all day today. It was clearly not appropriate to chase after him now.

She would have to find another opportunity to ask him later. After calming her chaotic emotions, Wen Yicong quickly finished the food on her plate, got up, went upstairs, and began her day's work. * The previous outdoor therapy had been quite effective, so Wen Yicong planned to build on that success.

Today, she also arranged half a day of outdoor activities for Airi. At a little past eight in the morning, the sun was just right, and the breeze was gentle.

Wen Yicong, along with the live-in auntie Aunt Tang, took Airi from the Mo Family Manor and headed to Taigongshan Forest Park again. The Forest Park covered a vast area.

When she and Mo Shaoshang had taken Airi there last time, they had only explored a small part. This time, she planned to take Airi deeper into that natural oxygen bar to explore more new worlds.

After last night's rain, the park's air was exceptionally fresh, the fragrance of grass and trees refreshing, the leaves shining green, and crystal raindrops rolling on the petals. Wen Yicong held Airi's little hand and strolled along a path through the woods.

Airi seemed attracted by the vibrant scenery around him, his steps light, turning his little head left and right, occasionally stopping to extend his soft, tiny fingertips to touch the wet leaves and flowers by the roadside. Watching the little one's reaction, Wen Yicong's lips curled up, and her heart felt warm.

As if guided by some unseen force, after a few minutes, the three of them wandered around the woods and ended up at the children's play area again. Golden sunlight filtered through the layered leaves, casting dappled, shifting spots of light on the colorful floor mats.

Children's laughter echoed through the mountain forest, everything full of life. The sandpit was full of little children, barefoot, leaving footprints in the sand, their childish faces like bright sunflowers under the sun.

Wen Yicong brought Airi to the edge of the sandpit, spread out a clean picnic mat, and had Airi sit down. The little boy held a toy car in his hand, habitually spinning its wheels.

The laughter and noise around him seemed separated by an invisible membrane. Wen Yicong stayed by his side, observing and accompanying him, smiling as she initiated interaction with Airi.

'School bus,' she said softly, mimicking the sound of a car engine, 'Vroom—vroom—school bus!' The onomatopoeia was full of fun, and Airi was attracted, imitating her sound: 'Vroom...' Just then, Wen Yicong's peripheral vision caught a small figure in a white fluffy dress.

It was a little girl about three or four years old, with fair skin, chubby cheeks flushed with a healthy glow, and big, dark eyes like black grapes soaked in water, shining with pure, clean light. She had two pigtails, bouncing as she ran over, a little rabbit backpack on her back.

At first glance, she looked like a doll that had stepped out of a New Year painting. So cute it made one's heart melt. The little girl seemed attracted to Airi.

She stopped in front of the picnic mat, tilted her little head, and stared fixedly at Airi, her sparkling eyes full of friendliness and curiosity. Noticing this sudden little marshmallow, Wen Yicong's smile grew even warmer, and she said softly, 'What's wrong, little darling?

Do you want to play with us?' Hearing this, the little marshmallow's eyes brightened, and she asked in a milky voice, 'Can I?' 'Of course you can,' Wen Yicong said with a smile. She paused, looked the little girl over, and asked, 'What's your name?' The little marshmallow said, 'My name is Nana.' 'Nana,' Wen Yicong responded, then turned to Airi and gently guided him, saying, 'Airi, come on, say hello to Nana.' Airi didn't react much, as if he hadn't noticed the 'intruder' around him.

He kept his head down, spinning the wheels over and over, still immersed in his own little world. Seeing this, Nana tugged at the lace on her skirt and looked at Wen Yicong in confusion: 'Big brother isn't talking to me.' 'Big brother is a little shy,' Wen Yicong said, soothing Nana with a smile.

Then she lifted Airi's little hand and waved it, encouraging him again, 'Airi, say hello, like Teacher Wen taught you. Hi, hi~' Airi's gaze drifted vaguely into the distance, not looking at Nana, but he mechanically waved his hand and said in a small voice, 'Hi.' Seeing the pretty little brother talk to her, Nana was overjoyed.

A bright smile bloomed on her little face, and she waved her little hand, saying enthusiastically to Airi, 'Hi! My name is Nana.

I like you. Can we be good friends?' 'Oh my, my little miss, why did you run so fast! In the blink of an eye, you were gone, you scared the life out of me!' A voice suddenly came from behind.

Wen Yicong turned her eyes and saw two elderly people hurrying over from the non-powered equipment area. One was carrying a children's water bottle, the other a small backpack and a sun hat.

They were simply dressed with kind faces, beads of sweat on their foreheads from anxiety. 'Grandma, Grandpa,' Nana called out sweetly, raising one little finger to point at Airi, 'Look, my new friend!' The elderly couple was both amused and exasperated by the little rascal.

They came over, crouched down, and deliberately put on a stern face, saying seriously, 'What did Mommy tell you before we left? You can't run around in the park; you have to stay close to Grandma and Grandpa.

You suddenly ran off just now, and Grandma and Grandpa thought you were lost. We were very worried.' Scolded, Nana tugged at her skirt with her little hands, blinked her eyes pitifully, and said, 'I saw big brother, so I went away.' Seeing their little granddaughter's pitiful look, the elderly couple softened.

They coaxed her gently, 'Alright, alright, Grandma knows. You can't do that again, okay?' Nana nodded: 'Mm!' After disciplining the little marshmallow, the elderly woman straightened up and gave Wen Yicong an apologetic smile, saying, 'Sorry, miss, for disturbing you.

Our little granddaughter is very naughty...' 'It's no problem,' Wen Yicong said with a smile. 'Nana is very cute.' After apologizing, the elderly woman took Nana's little hand, intending to lead her away.

But the little girl was stubborn; she shook off her grandmother's hand and slipped behind Wen Yicong, muttering, 'I want to play with the pretty big brother. I want the blue-eyed big brother.' The elderly woman was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

'You...' 'It's okay, Auntie,' Wen Yicong said. 'Let Nana play with us. I'll watch both children; there won't be any danger.' The elderly woman hesitated, looking Wen Yicong over.

Seeing that the young woman had fair skin, was clean and pretty, with a gentle temperament, and indeed didn't look like a bad person, her wariness eased considerably. Soon, the elderly couple went to sit nearby, watching the picnic mat from a distance.

Wen Yicong's gaze returned to Airi and Nana, carefully observing every move of the two children. Seeing that her grandmother had allowed it, Nana was delighted.

She thought for a moment, put down her little rabbit backpack, reached in with her little hand, and fished out a rainbow-colored stacking toy. Then she took off the top red ring, pushed it with her finger, and the red ring rolled on the picnic mat, slowly rolling toward Airi.

It stopped by his feet. Airi stared blankly, as if he hadn't noticed the new toy. Nana wasn't discouraged. She tilted her head, thought for a moment, picked up a yellow ring, and exclaimed 'Wow!' in the sunlight, then looked at Airi again, her eyes full of expectation: 'Big brother, look!

The ring is glowing!' The little girl's voice was soft, her smile radiant, like a dandelion seed soaked in sunlight. Wen Yicong's heart was moved.

She realized this was a perfect opportunity to guide Airi into socializing with a peer. Thinking this, she leaned slightly and whispered softly in Airi's ear, 'Airi, look, a cute little sister.

Her name is Nana. She likes you very much and wants to share her toy with you.' Airi continued spinning his wheels. Seeing that the pretty big brother still wasn't paying attention to her, a flicker of disappointment crossed Nana's little face, but it was quickly replaced by a new idea.

She took out all the stacking rings and lined them up in order, counting as she lined them: 'One, two, three!' Wen Yicong grinned and clapped her hands exaggeratedly to cheer the little girl on: 'Nana is great! Big brother Airi is a little shy.

But look, he's listening to you count!' Praised by the pretty auntie, Nana's eyes lit up, and she became happy again, saying, 'Then I'll sing a song for big brother!' With that, her childish voice hummed a tuneless nursery rhyme, her little hands occasionally gesturing, performing with devotion and seriousness.

Wen Yicong looked at Airi. His blue eyes were veiled with mist, his expression dazed, as if he were floating outside the world.

Wen Yicong thought for a moment, then took Airi's hand and gently touched the stacking toy, saying, 'Airi, let's play with the toy together, okay?' Airi made no sound, nor did he show any irritation or other resistance. Wen Yicong beckoned to Nana with a mysterious expression.

The little girl ran over excitedly and put her ear close to Wen Yicong's mouth. The two whispered about something. After a moment, Nana nodded happily: 'Okay!' She turned around, picked up the red ring from the ground, and tossed it to Wen Yicong.

Wen Yicong caught it quickly and tossed it back to Nana. Nana let out a silvery, crisp laugh, ran and jumped around the picnic mat, picked up the fallen ring, rolled her eyes, and then handed it to Airi.

This time, Airi's gaze fell on the red ring. Wen Yicong observed Airi's reaction, then took Airi's little hand and slowly opened it.

Nana seized the moment and quickly placed the ring into Airi's palm. 'Wow! Big brother is amazing!' Nana clapped happily.

'Caught it!' Whether it was the clear, bright voice in his ear or the cool touch of the ring that attracted him, Airi looked up, glanced quickly at Nana, then shifted his gaze elsewhere. This eye contact was extremely brief, less than a second, but Wen Yicong was overjoyed.

Next, Wen Yicong accompanied the two children playing on the slide, riding the carousel, and also took them to a big tree to watch ants moving. Throughout this parallel play, Airi was very quiet, not fussing.

He tacitly accepted Nana's presence. Once, when Nana almost fell while running too fast, Airi even took the initiative to look at the little girl.

Wen Yicong was deeply gratified, her heart soft and full of hope. Happy time slipped away quietly, and the sun climbed higher.

At noon, the two elderly people sitting on the bench stood up and walked over, calling softly, 'Nana, it's time to go home for lunch.' Nana was curiously examining Airi's blue eyes. When she heard it was time to leave, her little face fell, and she was extremely reluctant.

After a moment, the little girl looked at her grandparents, then at the quiet, downcast Airi, squinted her eyes, and made a decision. The next second, she suddenly put down her toy, stretched out her short, chubby little arms like lotus roots, and hugged Airi with lightning speed.

Airi's small body stiffened noticeably. After doing this, Nana immediately stepped back and announced in a solemn, milky voice, 'From now on, we're good friends!' She paused, puffed out her little chest, and added, 'If anyone bullies Airi, tell Nana!

Nana will protect big brother Airi!' After saying this, the little girl didn't wait for any response. She turned and threw herself into her grandmother's arms, then poked her little head out from her grandmother's shoulder and waved her little hands vigorously at Airi and Wen Yicong: 'Goodbye, big brother Airi!

Goodbye, Teacher Wen!' The two elderly people also smiled and said goodbye, taking their little granddaughter's hand and gradually walking away. The sun was still bright, and the sandpit returned to quiet.

Airi sat alone on the picnic mat, holding his toy car, as if nothing had changed, yet something had. Wen Yicong's mood was sunny.

She was sure that although little Airi didn't understand the meaning of 'friend' or 'protection,' Nana's straightforward, pure kindness was like a ray of sunlight that had already shone into a corner of Airi's lonely world. Looking at Airi's silent profile, she curved her lips, reached out to gently stroke his soft hair, and whispered, 'Airi, we met a little angel, didn't we?' Airi didn't answer.

A gentle breeze blew through the mountain forest, tree shadows swayed, light spots danced, falling on his slightly curled fingers, warm and bright. The gains from this trip to the park far exceeded expectations.

Airi had gained a warm, kind little playmate like an angel. Wen Yicong was genuinely happy and energized by this. She was full of spirit and had drive all day.

The afternoon lessons ended in a relaxed atmosphere. Before long, the sun set and the moon rose, dusk fell, and night, like thick ink, quietly swallowed the last glow of sunset, drawing a close to the day.

Soon it was past nine in the evening. Airi had had a lot of outdoor activity today, yawning and dozing off during dinner.

Now, after his bath and brushing his teeth, Wen Yicong carried him to bed. Within ten minutes, he had closed his eyes, breathing evenly, fast asleep.

Wen Yicong carefully tucked in the quilt for Airi and turned off the night light. Just as she was about to leave the room, a familiar car engine sound came from outside the window, cutting through the quiet night of the estate.

It was the master of the estate returning. Dim light came through the window. Wen Yicong stood by the window and looked out, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

Like a tender sprout breaking through the soil in early spring, a trace of joy sprouted. But the next second, she was startled by her own emotion. ...What.

Joy? What was she inexplicably happy about? Had she been waiting in the depths of her heart all day for Mo Shaoshang to return?

This thought was abrupt and strange, exploding like a thunderbolt in Wen Yicong's mind. She quickly shook her head, flinging these thoughts away to the nine clouds, and told herself: She must be too tired today, causing her to have illusions.

Composing herself, Wen Yicong took a deep breath, closed Airi's door behind her, and returned to her bedroom. A scented candle for calming the mind was lit on the desk, its fragrance light and pleasant.

Wen Yicong stood for a while until her emotions had completely settled, then sorted the lesson plans and teaching aids into categories and put them away in the cabinet by the desk. After doing all this, she found a set of clean pajamas and prepared to go into the bathroom for a shower.

But just as her hand touched the bathroom door handle, a knock came from outside the door. 'Bang bang.' Wen Yicong paused, puzzled.

Who could it be at this hour? She raised her voice slightly and asked, 'Who is it?' The person outside didn't answer. Silence.

Wen Yicong waited a moment longer, but still no sound came from outside. Helpless, she had to go and open the door. Only a few wall sconces were lit on the third-floor corridor, casting dim yellow light that outlined the boundary between light and shadow.

A figure stood still in this hazy light, tall and straight like a painting, cold and dark, as if condensed from the darkness. It was Mo Shaoshang.

The coolness of the autumn night mixed with the cold, clean scent of cedar from him, wafting over. Wen Yicong's breath caught involuntarily.

Silence spread between them, the air seeming to thicken. After a moment, Wen Yicong was the first to break. She cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound natural and steady, and asked, 'You... is there something you need?' Mo Shaoshang didn't speak.

He raised his hand and handed her something. Wen Yicong lowered her eyes and looked. It was a rectangular gift box. The box was made of deep navy blue velvet, with a silver silk ribbon wrapped around it, tied in an elegant bow, glowing softly in the dim light.

Wen Yicong was puzzled, tilted her head, and asked, 'What is this?' Mo Shaoshang replied, 'A new custom-made gown for you.' 'A gown?' Wen Yicong was even more confused, her clear eyes widening a little. 'Why are you giving me a gown again?' The girl's expression when she spoke revealed genuine innocence and coquettishness.

Mo Shaoshang watched her face, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses, the color of his pupils gradually deepened. It was that look again.

Clean, pure, like a soft cloud bathed in light. After he kissed her last night, she had fled in panic, leaving him alone in the studio.

It was too dark, so Mo Shaoshang turned on the light. The light spilled down, illuminating the snow-white canvas on the easel.

The background was a sea with surging dark clouds. In the center of the picture, a pure, enchanting siren with a slender back, naked, half-submerged in the sea, turned her head and smiled, her gaze pure and seductive.

Luring sailors to fall into this deep ocean. Suffocation, falling, death. Becoming her devout, eternal prisoner. It was this look that made him fantasize countless times about the feeling of kissing her.

When he turned fantasy into reality, new desires sprouted. Should he tell her? All last night, in his dreams, he had torn her clothes, held her down and kissed her, fucked her countless times.

'There is an Auction tomorrow night,' Mo Shaoshang said calmly, his gaze level. 'I sincerely invite Teacher Wen to accompany me.'