Mo Yan in the Book 111 - 115 (h)

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111 Ridicule: 

Mo Yan returned to see Jinxu rising.

‘Xu-ge, are you leaving? Why don’t you say a bit longer?’ (Zuben: We can continue with the one-two punch up)

Jinxu took the tea from Mo Yan and drank it in one gulp.

‘I have another meeting soon. Why don’t we meet when you’re free?’

‘I’ll walk you down.’ She said ignoring someone’s displeasure.

‘Gong-shao, see you again soon.’ Jinxu waved with an evil smile on his face. The colder Qiye’s expression was, the happier it made him.

They went down the lift to the foyer.

‘You can go back from here.’ Jinxu said, but before he left he took her hand, ‘Girlie, if you need help, any day, any time, come to me.’

‘I know. You’re so wordy.’ She said petulantly.

‘What is this? You want to kick me away after I raised you all these years, for that white eyed wolf?’ Jinxu sighed in mock dejection.

Mo Yan laughed helplessly, ‘I know. I will come to you if I have any issues.’

She watched his car drive off before she returned to the apartment. Four were back to sitting in the living room.

There was the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen. She rushed over to see Qiye throwing glass into the bin.

‘It slipped out of my hand,’ he said to her expressionlessly.

It was the cup brother Xu used.

‘I’ll take care of the rest.’ She said. She went up to him and saw his hand had been cut and bleeding.

‘Don’t pick up the glass. Wait for me, I’ll get the first aid box.’

She went back to the living room, ‘Situ Yi, where is the first aid box?’

‘Yan’er, have you hurt yourself?’ Zeyuan asked, frowning.

‘No, it’s not me. Gong Qiye cut his hand.’ Mo Yan said with a shake of her head.

‘Him? You don’t need to apply medicine, it’s not like he’ll die.’ Muchen said gently, but his tone was full of jealousy.

Mo Yan glared at the men who didn’t move and went to look for the first aid box herself. She eventually found it, and returned to the kitchen.

‘I heard them; I didn’t expect my popularity to be so bad.’

‘Hm, don’t be sad,’ she said with a shrug as she tended to his wound, ‘there may be a misunderstanding.’

Qiye smiled as he watched her, ‘I don’t like Pu’er, I like green tea.’

Mo Yan looked up at him. He looked a like an aggrieved little boy, with a touch of innocence, she sighed, ‘I’ll make you green tea next time.’ (Zuben: *rolls eyes)

‘Okay…’ he smiled. The air was light and warm between them.

She placed the plaster on, ‘Done, remember not to touch water. Now go out, I’ll clean up here.’ She said firmly.

When Qiye returned to the living room, he received eyes of contempt, anger and jealousy from his friends. But he smiled happily and waved his plastered fingers at them.

‘I can’t believe a first-class general still needs to be bandaged like a little boy. He can’t handle it by himself.’ Hanyu said mockingly; bitter at Qiye’s showing off.

 112 You’re fine:

‘Hey!’ Qiye said slightly blushing.

‘Shameless, I despise you.’ Muchen said rolling his eyes at Qiye.

Yi stepped forward and stared at Qiye’s injured finger. He said softly, ‘It’s just a small wound, it doesn’t need to be bandaged at all.’ Just before he reached up to rip off the bandage, Mo Yan returned to the living room at that moment,

‘What are you doing?’ she demanded.

Situ Yi looked up to see Mo Yan’s reproachful eyes. He looked away, and saw that the others were also looking at him disdainfully.

‘Don’t all push it on Situ Yi; I heard all of you. You have no conscience; what if his hand got infected?’

Qiye stood behind Mo Yan and grinned mockingly at the others.

‘But Yan’er, I didn’t say anything.’ Zeyuan said with a smile.

‘Well…’ she looked at him for a moment before saying, ‘you’re very good.’

Zeyuan smiled brilliantly, making Mo Yan smile too.

Muchen looked at Zeyuan attracting Mo Yan in displeasure, ‘Yan’er, would you like to go to the Palace for dinner this even…ing?’ he asked but as he finished his sentence, Mo Yan’s face went white.

Situ Yi glared at Muchen before quickly going to hug Mo Yan, ‘Don’t be afraid. If you don’t want to, we won’t force you. We have also deleted that video as well.’

She lowered her gaze. Her thick lashes cast a shadow over her eyes, hiding her mood. Her hair was stuck to her cheek, making her skin look whiter and flawless, (Zuben: Drink!) It felt like an eternity, when she finally raised her eyes and said, ‘Okay.’

Since, this have turned out like this with them, it was best to just overcome it.

‘Yan’er, go and get ready. Let’s go out together.’ Yi said, pecking her cheek lovingly.

Once Mo Yan went to her room to shower and dress, Yi turned to his friends gravely,

‘Yan’er spent many months getting over her mental trauma. Don’t force her to the edge for arbitrary reasons like her brother. She doesn’t like us now, and if we continue to force and threaten her, she will never open her heart to us.’ (Zuben: What’s this? The voice of convoluted reason)

Ye Hanyu was silent for a long time before he said, ‘I understand.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Zeyuan said patting Hanyu on the shoulder.

‘Is everything alright?’ her delicate voice cut into the gloom.

She was wearing a black silk cheongsam, that caressed her skin outlining her curves. There was a high split showing glimpses of her thigh. She looked as gorgeous as a peony, adding a tough of graceful beauty to the gloomy elegance. A lock of silken hair fell across her forehead and Mo Yan brushed it back.

Their eyes burned hot in an instant, like cheetahs poised for the hunt, locked on Mo Yan’s face. Her charm was seductive and fascinating.

Hanyu coughed, ‘This one isn’t very nice. Go change.’

Mo Yan looked down at her attire, ‘I think it looks very good.’

When the others wanted to speak, she cut them short, ‘If you want to complain about my clothes, I will not go out.’ She said firmly.

‘Let’s go. Whose car do you want to ride in?’ Zeyuan asked.

All of a sudden, five eager expressions were turned to her. Mo Yan was stiff, she looked at them awkwardly, ‘I will…’

‘Pick one.’ Yi asked eagerly.

All of a sudden, Qiye shot her a pitiful look, ‘Yan’er hasn’t been in my car yet.’

Mo Yan was stupefied, but she clung on to the lifeline, she nodded at Qiye, ‘Let’s go.’

He held her waist with great possessiveness, as they headed out, Qiye turned to look gloatingly at the others. Their expressions grew cold, while Qiye happily preened.

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The author must have gotten comments that people are confused as to who’s who, so there is a re-introduction from writer herself:

Mo Yan. 22: Before crossing, she was an office worker. After crossing, she is now a young graduate. She has to live with those jackals day in day out. She has shimmering black eyes that exude a natural alluring charm. A small determined nose, delicate and full red lips with snow-white skin. A hot body with full breasts and bottom. With her past soul, she has a sense of calm and introversion without losing her femininity. (Zuben: How do those things result in the loss of the other?) Her parents are affectionate, so she’s playful. She apologises when she’s wrong, and her pitiful look makes it hard to continue to be annoyed with her.

Gong Qiye. 32. Army General. Two reason why he would be a General at his age: He has made many great contributions to the military, and the country or his identity and background are beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. (Zuben: So, which is it? My bet is on number 2) He carries a sense of murderous oppression (Zuben: But has he actually done any warring?). He had a face of grim resolution. He was always neat and meticulous.

Ye Hanyu. 31. Politician. As soon as he opens his mouth, all the politicians in the capital bow. He has a cunning personality cultivated from duelling in the political arena. He looked elegant, but has a deceitful soul. He likes to wear a fox-like smile, especially when someone is going to be unlucky.

Xiao Muchen. 32. Business man. A commercial giant with a cold personality. Highly developed communication skills, obsidian eyes, profound appearance, and perfect body from body building. His group has subsidiaries all over the world. As long as he stamped on foot, it can shake the economy. (Zuben: Yawn)

Situ Yi. 31. Medical Expert. Can save or kill with a touch of his hand. His choice depends on his willingness. Has a strong sensitivity to drugs. Has a cool and indifferent personality. Androgynous. His handsome face makes people feel dizzy. He has a tall, masculine body.

Mu Zeyuan. 32. Legal Official. Senior legal official and political official. His mother is an European aristocrat who bestowed him with emerald eyes. He has the power to revive cold cases, and he is used to controlling things with his hands. (Zuben: *facepalm) He wears glasses to block his true expressions and feelings. (Zuben: He should learn from Qiye or Situ Yi how to look expressionless without glasses.) Only people who are familiar with him can tell what he’s thinking. 

112 Broken:

When Gong Qiye buckled her in, he heard the back doors open. He turned to see Xiao Muchen and Ye Hanyu were seating in the back.

‘You’re in the wrong car.’

‘That car is full.’ Muchen said as he folded his arms and frowned in displeasure at Qiye.

Qiye glanced at the two-seater car next to his, and he knew Yu had driven a black Lamborghini in yesterday.

‘Broken.’ Hanyu replied lightly.

He turned back to Mo Yan, who just looked at him in puzzlement as she asked, ‘What’s wrong?’

He turned back to the wheel, trying not to sigh, and drove out of the garage.

When the car drove up to the doors of the Palace, the valets bowed low.

When the handsome men stepped out of the car, all eyes were on them. The onlookers could not help but whisper amongst themselves, but they were silenced by a cold breath from the men. (Zuben: They also dabble in a little mental magic as well.)

Muchen opened the passenger door, and a pair of slender legs swung out and a graceful woman stepped out of the car. Her hair was half up, held with a jade hair pin, while the rest fell down to her waist. She was wearing a fitting black cheongsam that outlined her sexy curves. She put her slender hand on the Muchen’s arm, and walked along with them.

The men shot knife like gazes at their surroundings, scaring one and all.

Muchen hugged her waist possessively as he asked softly, ‘What you like to eat, Yan’er?’

‘Hmm…Japanese.’ She replied after thinking.

‘Yan-jie? It’s Yan-jie!’ a sweet bell like voice called from behind. She turned to see Ye Ling and Long Aotian.

‘Who?’ Situ Yi asked, pretending not to know.

‘I’m not familiar.’ Mo Yan replied, shaking her head, ‘She’s Long Aotian’s girlfriend.’

‘I thought I was mistaken, but it is really Yan-jie! Ah! Yu! Don’t stop me.’ Her pretty eyes seemed to be shining as she looked at Mo Yan with adoration.

The men behind her watched Ye Ling with helpless doting. When they saw Mo Yan, they were shocked by her newly acquired charm and elegance. They were shocked to see Mo Yan has changed in the months that they hadn’t seen her. At this moment, she looked like a carved jade statue, full of grace and charm.

‘Aotian. Ye Ling.’ She said in polite but distant greeting. She nodded to the others.

‘President Xiao, Yan-yan, long time no see.’ Aotian said with a slight smile.

‘Hm.’ Muchen replied. He and the others could not help but hold on to his account for saying Mo Yan’s name. But their expressions were benign. (Zuben: What a bunch of clowns.)

Ouyang Che came up to them, he looked at Hanyu and greeted him pleasantly, ‘Hello Chief Ye, I have heard of you a lot. I’m Ouyang Che, this is my brother, Ouyang Yu.’

‘Of the Ouyang family. Hello. I haven’t seen your father in a while. Please say hello to him for me.’ Hanyu said with a snide smile.

Ouyang Yu chuckled, ‘Of course.’

Although Hanyu was smiling, Mo Yan could see he was a little impatient. She tugged at Muchen’s jacket, and batted her eyelashes, ‘I’m hungry.’ She said softly.

Muchen looked down at her small lips looking flirtatious, he gave a smile, ‘Let’s go eat.’

He turned to Aotian and the others and said flatly, ‘Pardon us, we’ll go ahead.’ Although his words were apologetic, his tone was not.

‘We won’t hold you.’ Ling Zifeng replied with a nod.

The men quickly took Mo Yan away. But Ye Ling complained, ‘It’s not easy to see Yan-jie, I thought we could eat together.’

‘Darling, we can’t impose on Mr. Xiao and his friends who are with Mo Yan.’ Ouyang Yu said as he tried to appease her, ‘If you want to eat with Mo Yan, you can ask her next time you see her.’

‘Okay…’ she said softly, making the men love her more. But in her mind: Damn. Even if she just knew President Xiao, it was fine. Why did she have to be in company of all the men she wanted to fall in love with her. Why were they attracted to the superficial and ugly Mo Yan? (Zuben: She’s now the heroine, and you’re now the cray-cray antagonist.)

‘Do you think that all those men including Mr Xiao are into Yan-jie?’ she asked batting her eyelashes at the handsome retinue with her.

‘How could that be? Miss Mo is famous for her spoilt nature. If you want me to believe those lofty men could be interested in her, maybe you can believe the sky could fall down.’ Zifeng said watching the group disappear into the glittering throng ahead of them.

Indeed, Ye Ling said to herself. But outwardly, she peeked out her tongue, ‘You’re talking nonsense, Yan-jie is the best.’

‘Awww, our Ling-er is so kind. You haven’t seen Mo Yan’s maddened jealous appearance.’ Che said as he stroked her soft black hair. 

113 Shameless:

‘Yan-er, try this.’ Muchen picked a slice of sashimi with chopsticks and put it in Mo Yan’s empty bowl.’

Yi raised his eyebrow and put a different slice of fish in her bowl as well, ‘This is good too.’ He said.

Mo Yan stared at the men and said, ‘Thank you. I’ll do it myself.’

Zeyuan looked thoughtful, and asked, ‘Yan-er, do you know the woman with Long Aotian?

‘You mean Ye Ling? I have only met her twice; the second time was at lunch with Xiao Muchen.’

‘The first time?’ Zeyuan probed.

‘I saw her naked in Long Aotian’s bed.’ Mo Yan said with a sneer.

The men went still. Suddenly, Yi covered his mouth and chuckled, ‘She called you jie!’

‘Perhaps, I seem more mature than she is.’ Mo Yan glared in warning at Yi. She recalled that Ye Ling had met Long Aotian at a party she went to with friends. At the time, she was working, so Ye Ling was actually older than Mo Yan.

‘She looks older than you.’ Hanyu sad.

Mo Yan smiled unconsciously, ‘Well, I believe I am younger than her.’

The other men glared at Hanyu.

‘But it’s strange,’ Qiye said with a frown as he recalled the meeting, ‘I feel like she knows you more. And what is even more strange is that she stared at us as though she wanted to gobble us up.’

‘I also felt like there was a fly stuck in my throat. Very uncomfortable.’ Yi said, he looked uncomfortable.

Mo Yan looked at them and said teasingly, ‘Maybe, she’s in love with you all.’

‘Don’t even. Long Aotian and his friends may be blind, but don’t look at us the same.’ Zeyuan said with his eyes flashing in contempt.

‘Yan-er, are you slandering us?’ Muchen said with mock indignation.

‘No.’ Mo Yan replied looking away.

All of the sudden there was a shout from the corridor outside their box.

‘Don’t touch me! Do you know who I am?! I said don’t touch me!’

Shortly after, a woman in a glittering dress entered the box, resisting the hold of the waiters and guards.

‘I am very sorry to disturb you sir. We will take her out at once.’ Men in suits appeared to collect the intruding woman.

‘Let go of me! Ye-gēgē., have you forgotten me? I’m Wu Fangwen. I used to come to your house when I was a child. I heard you were here for dinner, so I came to see you, but I didn’t expect to be stopped by people.’ Wu Fangwen punctuated her words with a frown at the waiters.

‘I don’t remember.’ Qiye said coldly.

Fangwen’s face turned white. Mo Yan glared at Qiye; she suspected that he would have encouraged Fangwen’s romantic notions. (Zuben: Mo Yan, you should be an expert on women who chase after dudes who give them nothing)

Hanyu laughed at Qiye when he saw Mo Yan was misunderstanding him as a playboy.

‘I really have nothing to do with her.’ Qiye said pleadingly to Mo Yan before turning to glare coldly at Wu Fangwen.

Seeing Qiye’s attitude to Mo Yan, Fangwen pointed at her angrily, ‘Ye-gēgē., is it because of this woman you haven’t been replying to my messages recently?’

Seeing that Fangwen’s jealousy was now aimed at her. Mo Yan looked away and picked up her tea to sip.

Mo Yan’s beauty and elegance set Fangwen off even more, she could not help but be angrier, ‘Are you guilty, bitch?’ (Zuben: Can’t anyone eat in peace in this world?)

The men at the table frowned at that. The temperature fell as their eyes turned cold. A cold tension filled the box.

‘Get her out.’ Muchen commanded coldly. He glared at the guards.

Seeing the cold derision in Qiye’s eyes, Fangwen shivered, but she grabbed a cup of tea from the table and threw it at Mo Yan, ‘Shameless bitch, stop trying to seduce my Ye-gēgē..’

Mo Yan looked up at her shrill cry and saw she was throwing tea at her.

Just in time a figure came to shield Mo Yan. The hot tea hit his back instead. His thin shirt was wet with tea. (Zuben: Considering the size of the cups and the fact it had been poured, I doubt it would have hurt that much)

‘All rubbish.’ Yi growled, his eyes had an evil glow and his body emitted a bloodthirsty aura.

 114 Don’t cry:

Fangwen was shocked white by Yi’s tone. She stammered out, ‘I-I didn’t mean to. Who told him to stand in front of her!’

Mo Yan looked at Muchen anxiously, her eyes turned red, ‘Are you okay, Xiao Muchen?’

‘No problem. The temperature was not very high. It’s okay, Yan-er, don’t cry.’ He said using his thumb to wipe her tears that threatened to fall. (Zuben: Why the hell is she crying?!)

Yi rose and pulled Muchen, ‘We need to get it cool. Come with me.’ (Zuben: We don’t want his delicate perfect rich boy skin marred, do we?)

The two men went into the bathroom in the box. (Zuben: This box is a hotel suite)

Mo Yan rose and walked up to Fangwen, who was looking guilty.

‘If you can’t catch a man, don’t be angry with the person he’s with. If you have done something wrong, it’s better to reflect on your actions first, and don’t let it be known that Miss Wu is uncouth.’

Fangwen’s face darkened, her face twisted in ferocity and disgust, ‘Who the hell do you think you are that you think you can lecture me. Ah!’ The guards grabbed her by the arms and dragged her out.

Mo Yan turned to Qiye, before walking up to the bathroom.

‘You should be cautious. If you really like Yan-er, you should take care of that woman before something bad occurs.’ Zeyan said, his green eyes flashing behind the lens. (Zuben: All the rich people in this town must  be crazy if they have to send bad guys to whomever wrongs them)

Hanyu’s looked despondent, ‘We didn’t even try to protect Yan’er. What would have happened if Chen didn’t get up? Why were we so incompetent?’

‘Is everything alright?’ Mo Yan asked as she entered the bathroom. His shirt was off and Yi was holding the shower head up to his back, spraying cold water at the slightly reddened area. (Zuben: I’m surprised she doesn’t have palace suite PTSD, or is this not the same place issues occurred?)

‘Fortunately, the tea was not hot.’ Yi said with relief.

‘You’re so stupid.’ Mo Yan cried, ‘Why did you block it?’ She began to cry. Tears fell from her eyes like broken beads. (Zuben: Fuck sake, why?!)

‘Because you’re my woman. Of course, I have to protect you.’ Muchen pulled her into a hug. His touch was suffused with tenderness and doting. He dropped kisses on her eyes, nose, lips and her neck. His broad chest gave Mo Yan a sense of security. (Zuben: *eyeroll)

Muchen’s words made Mo Yan dazed, she cried even more. She seemed touched. It was like a feather slipped and stroked gently on her heart falling on the softest part of her heart. She leaned into his arms, and continued to cry wetting his body. (Zuben: FFS!)

‘Darling Yan-er, don’t cry. I feel hurt when you cry.’ Her crying made him feel like a vice was around his chest making it hard for him to breathe. He held her tighter and patted her back gently, trying to comfort her.  When he saw the tea being thrown, he realised there was someone he wanted to protect and cherish the most. Even now she was crying, he felt that his heart was hurting. How could he like this woman so much? He didn’t even realise that he had fallen.

Mo Yan pouted and looked up at him, her teary eyes were even more glittery as she said, ‘Where are you hurting, you liar?’

‘Yes, yes, I am a liar.’ Muchen said helplessly as he smiled down at her.

Yi frowned at the pair, before sighing and leaving the bathroom. (Zuben: You were still there?)

‘Is A Chen alright?’ Qiye asked when he emerged from the bath.

‘He’s fine.’ Yi said gently. He looked at the others for a time before saying, ‘A Chen also likes Yan’er. From his actions today, we can see he’s fallen for her more than we are…’ (Zuben: he has spent the most time with her; they did go to work together that one day…)

Yi gave a mocking laugh before continuing, ‘Although, he liked her later than us, he got Yan-er’s heart before any of us.’ (Zuben: Is okay! Everyone left just needs to jump off a cliff for Mo Yan. She will love you then!)

He gave a bitter smile. (Zuben: You can make a love potion, doctor)

 114 Getting Along:

‘What has been done about the woman?’ Yi asked frowning in disgust.

‘I’ve had her thrown out.’ Qiye answered right away, ‘I have also commanded the Wu not to let her back into the capital.’

‘So, you exiled her abroad. Such a pity, the Wu family had a hard time getting into the upper class, but now they have been harmed by their daughter and lost their position.’ Zeyuan sneered. (Zuben: Are there no other cities in this country she can languish in?)

‘The Wu family must despise that woman now.’ Hanyu said.

The door opened and Muchen appeared, ‘All done?’ he asked.

‘Yes. A~Chen, Yan-er, I’m sorry about what happened.’ Qiye said to them.

‘I’m fine.’ Muchen said with a chuckle, indicating Mo Yan with his eyes.

Qiye was full of guilt, ‘Yan-er, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let that woman attack you.’

Mo Yan was surprised by this apology. She knew that all of them were prideful sons of heaven. She was surprised that he would bow and apologise to her.

‘It’s fine.’ She said with a small reserved smile, ‘there’s no need to feel guilty, but I think you should remember to protect your friends.’

Mo Yan’s aloofness made Qiye a little flustered.

‘But…’

‘I’m tired. Let’s return to the apartment.’ Mo Yan interrupted him and turned away. (Zuben: Ah food is wasted again! Why did they even come out?)

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Mo Yan looked at the fleeting scenery outside the car window.

These days, she had been getting along with them although she knew she must be cautious and fearful. (Zuben: Getting along for like 2 seconds) She could feel their intentions towards her, and what Xiao Muchen had said touched her heart inexplicably. (Zuben: Easily touched) She had not expected that he regarded her as his woman. She had been sure she was just bed partner to them. But a woman would really pay a lot of attention to being given a solid identity.

But neither had she expected Gong Qiye to apologise to her either. She didn’t expect him to bow his head with his lofty nature. She had been flustered. She didn’t know what to do. She could feel them paying more attention to her, and their being jealous of Chu Jinxu. Honestly, she would prefer if things remained distant between them. She didn’t know how to see them now.

They got back to the apartment, and Mo Yan went straight to her room without a word.

Qiye’s shoulders sagged, and he covered his face with his hand, ‘She doesn’t care, because she feels it has nothing to do with her.’

‘Maybe, Yan’er wants nothing to do with us.’ Hanyu said slipping off his tie.

‘Well, she does have nothing to do with us. We used our power to coerce her into being our bed partner.’ Zeyuan said tiredly as he pulled off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

That made them fall silent.

‘If we all really care for her, we can show it, try to keep her with us but not with force or coercion.’ Yi said softly.

‘You mean?’ Qiye’s eyes were shining.

‘I didn’t say a thing.’

‘Take your time thinking. I’ll go get my benefits.’ Muchen said after watching the others speak.

‘Yan’er is tired today; do you think it’s the right time?’ Qiye frowned, he didn’t realise his tone was full of bitterness.

But Muchen smiled smugly, ‘It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t want to. I can just hold her to sleep.’

‘Just go!’ Hanyu said impatiently.

(Zuben: bakabakashi)

 115 Thought H:

‘I thought today was Gong Qiye.’ She said when Muchen walked in.

Muchen’s looked at her wet hair. He took the towel from her hand and helped her dry her hair.

‘We switched. Isn’t it good for me to accompany you today?’

‘It doesn’t matter to me.’ She replied.

Her words gave him pause, but he said, ‘Remember, the last time I didn’t dry your hair and you got a fever.’ He picked up the hair dryer and blow dried her hair gently.

‘Oh.’ Mo Yan nodded. Staring at him drying her hair seriously in the dressing table mirror, her heart softened. She relaxed against him. (Zuben: She’s so easy!)

‘Tired?’ His rough hands held her face, his eyes were filled with tenderness.

‘Yeah.’ She replied rubbing her face. She yawned.

‘Get into bed. I’ll take a bath.’ He tucked her into bed.

He went to the wardrobe and picked out his night clothes and went into the bath.

Mo Yan was suddenly with anxiety; he would just let her sleep tonight, wouldn’t he?

When he came back to the room, he saw her nesting in bed but her quivering lashes betrayed her wakefulness.

He smiled, ‘Are you waiting for me, Yan’er?’ 

But she didn’t reply, pretending to be asleep but her eyelashes were shaking with tension.

Muchen stripped off, and threw his clothes aside revealing his body. (Zuben: I don’t understand why these men even wear clothes while at home since they are always primed and ready to rock) He pulled away the quilt and drew her into his arms. He stuck his hot wet tongue into her sensitive ear. He could feel her shivers, he laughed, ‘Aren’t you sleeping, Yan’er?’

‘You let go! I want to sleep.’ She cried. Her red lips pouted and she looked pitiful. (Zuben: Mo Yan, you should know by now this excuse is not going to work)

His eyes were dark with need, he kissed her lips, sucking and nibbling. His kiss was fiery and dominating yet laced with tenderness, as though he regarded her as a treasure. He dropped kisses on her face, ‘But I think you want it.’

She squinted her misty eyes; the surging emotion almost drowned her mind. She bit into his shoulder, then feeling bad, she licked the bite mark.

Seeing the contradictions in her head, his heart was soft and in a mess, he smiled as he said softly, ‘Yan’er, I will be gentle.’ (Zuben: Ha!)

Before kissing her and sucking on her tongue, flirting with her and tasting her fragrant mouth. His large hands greedily roved her body, he found her full breasts and gently caressed them. Feeling the sexual current run through her body, she wanted to curl up.

‘Don’t be afraid,’ he whispered hotly against her lips before licking her delicate earlobes, and sliding his tongue down her sensitive neck leaving a trail of wet kisses.

‘Hm~’ she moaned as she unconsciously caressed his chest. His thoughts became paste. He couldn’t tell head nor tail. He just felt waves of heat surging within him. (Zuben: Isn’t he an easy lay?)

He turned her on her back and pressed her under his body. He stripped her night clothes baring her alluring body to his heated gaze.

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