Yin Mo hesitated for a few seconds, but still picked up a bottle of mineral water from the coffee table and walked to He Chen’s side, "You should get some rest early, I will... hey..." Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was grabbed by He Chen. With a strong pull, Yin Mo staggered and fell into his arms. He Chen felt satisfied. He lowered his long legs from the table, hooked Yin Mo’s waist, and pulled her tightly into his embrace, "If you have something to say, say it here." They were so close that Yin Mo was afraid to move recklessly. She struggled slightly, trying to stand up, "Let go first." "Be honest." He Chen held a cigarette in one hand and tightly wrapped the other around her, teasing wantonly, "You say you, I was planning to let you off, why did you deliver yourself to me again, huh?" As he spoke, he held Yin Mo’s nape in place and took her lips for a hard kiss. In the past, they had kissed often, every time it was He Chen pouncing like a wolf. But at some point, He Chen’s kisses began to cause Yin Mo to feel a shiver, her inner resistance lessened, and her heart palpitations grew day by day. At this moment, Yin Mo looked at the man in front of her, bewildered, and asked a question that had puzzled her for a long, long time, "What am I to you?" It was not an accusation, just a simple query. She wanted to know whether their relationship was less than lovers or limited to lust? If it were the latter, she did not need such a relationship to spice up her life. Upon hearing this, He Chen’s gaze deepened, his eyes fell on her rosy lips, and he sneered, "What do you wish to be? Girlfriend? Woman? Companion?" Except for the choice of wife. Yin Mo looked quietly at the reflection in the glass window, "I don’t hope for anything." He probably never gave much thought to this question, which is why he dodged it and threw her query back at her. Yin Mo had never been in love, but she had seen what love should look like. It was unwavering, it was undying, it was Master Yan for Qiaoqiao, it was many forms. But it was definitely not how He Chen behaved. Yin Mo forced herself out of his arms, while He Chen also let go of his grip. One standing, one sitting, the atmosphere was stagnant and strange. He Chen’s eyes slightly lowered, a barely-there smile lingered at the corners of his lips, while Yin Mo remained expressionless throughout, only the glint of disappointment in her eyes showed she was not so calm. Time always amplifies the taste of longing, and invisibly beautifies all the details of the past. Yin Mo sighed silently, her heart felt a bit uncomfortable, but not to the degree of losing her senses. For more chapters visit NoveI★Fire.net She turned around, slowly walking towards the door. Behind her, the sound of a lighter flicked again, He Chen had remained silent, didn’t even attempt to stop her. Just as Yin Mo reached out to grasp the doorknob, a knock sounded from outside. Immediately, the door was forcefully pushed open, the momentum causing it to hit squarely against Yin Mo’s knuckle, "Um..." Already distracted, Yin Mo was suddenly hit with pain in her knuckle, she withdrew her hand with a muffled groan. He Chen lost his composure, "Don’t know how to knock?" The bodyguard, bewildered, held up a check, glanced at the door frame, and pointed at his own nose in grievance, "Brother Chen, I did knock." "Knock your damned head, get lost." He Chen’s sudden burst of anger was like a coming storm, the bodyguard obediently handed the check to Yin Mo then swiftly made his exit. Yin Mo’s hand was hit, she rubbed it for a moment, then looked down at the check in her hand, and pulled out one with an amount of three million, placing it on the coffee table. He Chen laughed in disbelief. He flicked the cigarette butt into the ashtray, pushed away the chair and strode toward the door, "Yin Lao Er, have you ever done anything other than accepting everything without question?" Yin Mo had no idea what was happening. She only felt a shadow flash before her eyes and then a dizzying whirl, and she was pressed into the sofa by He Chen. What followed was a storm-like deep kiss, so intense it made her feel uncomfortable. Tonight He Chen perfectly interpreted the idioms: uncertain mood and mercurial temper. Yin Mo was pinned beneath him, the check fell to the floor too. Faced with an expert in love, Xiao Bai could only submit. In less than thirty seconds, Yin Mo began to feel oxygen-deprived. He Chen always kissed her before, but he had never kissed so deeply, so harshly, as if seizing a fortress. After a while, He Chen’s cooler, thin lips lingered by her cheeks, neck, with a subtle tendency to go further down. The buttons on Yin Mo’s chest popped open due to the friction, revealing soft, delicate allure. He kept one hand on Yin Mo’s head, his handsome face buried by her neck, breathing heavily. Yin Mo was similarly breathless, her senses seemed paralyzed, her body continuously sent unfamiliar quivers. After a long while, He Chen adjusted his breathing and whispered huskily in her ear, "Yin Mo, I’ve never met a woman as dumb as you." No matter how gentle, beauty too has a temper. Yin Mo pushed him, face flushed, both embarrassed and annoyed, her panting intensified, clearly in anger. Three seconds later, He Chen covered her mouth and nose, his voice becoming deeper and raspy, "If you keep panting, I’ll take you right now!" The dense night, sweet and soft, was beneath him, for once he didn’t immediately act, it was unprecedented restraint. Yin Mo was lost amidst He Chen’s chaos, her emotions mixing into a complex, indescribable sensation. They stalemated bizarrely for several minutes until He Chen calmed down, then whispered by her ear, "Baby, hand me your hand." Yin Mo didn’t know what he intended but felt there was no good behind it. She willfully hid her hand beneath her, refusing to be treated triflingly any longer. He Chen sharply noticed Yin Mo’s intent, maliciously biting her earlobe, "Already conjuring plans against me in your mind, aren’t you?" Words landing, he pulled out her right hand from behind her waist, cupping it in his palm, gently massaging her bruised knuckle. Yin Mo’s fingers trembled, her face full of surprise. He Chen persistently stole kisses on her soft, warm face, holding her up, pulling her into his hug and said, "To know what I consider you, behave and wait for me in South Sea." Yin Mo’s already low emotional intelligence completely short-circuited, she looked at He Chen with an expression saying ’Do you have some serious illness’, unable to utter a word for a long time. He was always , souring one’s heart one second, then stroking fantasies the next. He Chen wrapped Yin Mo, his head resting against the chair’s back, thus missed seeing her expression and gaze, only his voice was exceptionally low and sharp enough to chill, "Baby, three months’ time, for you, and for me. Don’t ask anything else. If willing, then wait; if not..." "Then if you don’t come back after three months..." He Chen’s well-cultivated emotions dissipated instantly. He glanced sideways at Yin Mo, fiercely slapped her cheek, and bit down on her lips, "How much are you hoping I’ll perish outside?"