Chapter 1056: Chapter 1056: You Want to See That Badly? Yin Mo sat in He Chen’s arms, feeling his vigorous heartbeat. Three seconds later, she began to unbutton his shirt. He Chen squinted slightly, leaning against the back of the chair, teasing with interest, “Baby, isn’t this place… inappropriate?” Though he’s wild, he knows there are limits. The most uninhibited time was probably… the day he first met Yin Mo. He Chen didn’t know why he thought about the alley in Aida State where they met, and the reckless things he did to her. If he hadn’t fallen in love, he would have just considered it a trivial fling. But now… He Chen’s heart was filled with obscure, indescribable guilt and discomfort. Always the free spirit, He Chen finally began to worry that his past actions would make Yin Mo despise him. He Chen closed his eyes, hurriedly stopping Yin Mo’s actions and asked in a hoarse voice, “Captain Yin, do you even know what you’re doing?” Yin Mo frowned, the palm of her left hand still pressed against his chest, and stubbornly demanded, “Let me see.” “You really want to see?” He Chen’s tone was quite improper, even rubbing her wrist against his chest, his demeanor exuding flirtation and roguishness. Even so, Yin Mo continued stubbornly pulling at his shirt, “Let go.” He Chen stopped, gave her a deep look, and then gave up all resistance, letting her do as she pleased. Yin Mo bit her lip, as if afraid He Chen would regret it, and with a tug on his collar, the buttons of the shirt burst open one after another. He Chen swallowed hard, a flicker of desire in his eyes, leaning forward to kiss her, “Baby, once you pull the bow back there’s no…” Before he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong. At this moment, the top four buttons of the man’s shirt were undone, revealing his well-defined chest, and further down, evenly distributed abs. He Chen had the classic broad shoulders and narrow hips, every inch of muscle filled with aesthetic grace and tension. Despite such a scene, Yin Mo’s slightly trembling gaze was fixed unwaveringly on the spot above his left chest. He Chen followed her gaze and suddenly clutched the left side of his shirt, “A small injury.” Yin Mo brushed his hand aside, pried open the collar again, focusing intently, her fingertips touching the raised irregular scar, a pale pink mark of a recently healed wound. “This is a knife wound,” Yin Mo stated flatly, fingertips lightly grazing it, her brow furrowed as she elucidated, “The blade pierced the flesh, then twisted half a circle clockwise, right?” He Chen said nothing, and his silence was tacit agreement. The reason Yin Mo tore his shirt was because the scar brushed against her palm by accident. She touched the unsightly scar, her tone calm and detached, “Was it the He Family?” “Half and half,” He Chen did not hide, gripping her hand in his, “Does it break your heart?” Yin Mo lifted her eyelids to meet his gaze, her seemingly calm eyes laced with an imperceptible gloom, “The person who attacked, are they dead?” He Chen sighed, turning her face to the window, “Baby, it’s a beautiful day, such a shame not to enjoy it.” Yin Mo slapped his hand away, her gaze returning to his shirt, “I asked you, are they dead?” He Chen leaned back heavily, gritting his teeth as he said, “Yin Mo, are you fucking trying to kill me!” Burning to death with desire! Her soft little hands rubbed back and forth on his chest, did she really think he was Liu Xia Hui? Yin Mo bit her lip, acting as if she was going to stand up from his arms, “Then I’ll find out myself.” He Chen circled her waist helplessly, soothing her with a tempered tone, “Not dead yet, but not far from it, satisfied?” Yin Mo glanced at him knowingly, nodding, “I’ll help you take revenge.” He Chen puffed his cheeks, grabbed her head, and gave her a fierce kiss, “Damn it, you’re going to be the death of me.” Yin Mo’s mind was not on the same wavelength as his at all, her gaze fixed steadily on his chest in an untainted manner, staring at the scar, not knowing what she was thinking. He Chen’s breathing grew heavier, so he simply leaned in and whispered alluringly in her ear, “If you’re so sorry, why not give it a kiss?” Yin Mo’s eyes flickered twice, as if contemplating whether to give it a kiss. Then, He Chen dismissed the thought first, wrapping his arm tightly around Yin Mo’s waist and placing her on the seat next to him. Can’t kiss, it’s starting to hurt downstairs. Five minutes later, the two walked out of the Ferris wheel hand in hand. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel_fіre.net He Chen’s handsome brows and eyes held a trace of complexity, glancing at Yin Mo from time to time as they walked. It was hard to imagine how impulsive he became in front of Yin Mo, like an inexperienced youngster. Yin Mo’s allure to him was far stronger than he had anticipated. She didn’t have to do anything; just standing there could arouse He Chen’s most primal desires. This was a quality no other woman possessed. Soon, Yin Mo halted, scanning her surroundings before saying in a light voice, “I’m going to the restroom.” He Chen raised an eyebrow, nodding towards the building on the left, “Go on, but don’t wander off.” Yin Mo smiled at him, walked into the restroom entrance, and pulled out her phone to call Li Qiao. Meanwhile, Li Qiao was still recuperating at Yan Emperor Private Hospital. Seeing the caller ID, she slowly swiped to answer, “Second sister?” Yin Mo skipped the niceties and got straight to the point, “Qiaoqiao, I remember you and Lao Wu developed a special medicine for external injury healing at the border. Do you still have it?” “Yes,” Li Qiao squinted slightly, her tone deepening a little, “Who got hurt?” Yin Mo licked her lips, “No one yet, but I want to have it ready just in case.” Li Qiao paused, shaking her head with a smile, “I’ll have Wei Ang bring it to you tomorrow. Will ten bottles be enough?” “Should be enough,” Yin Mo thought for a few seconds, “Can that special medicine remove scars too?” Li Qiao replied that it could. Yin Mo unconsciously touched her right upper arm, “Then… give me twenty bottles.” She half-smiled teasingly, “How many old wounds do you two have?” Yin Mo startled with an “ah”, “Not many, but he has some on his chest…” Before finishing, she closed her mouth in frustration. Seemed like she exposed something. Li Qiao didn’t press on, but there was a light chuckle in her voice, “Seems twenty bottles might not be enough. Elder Xia’s lab recently developed a new external medicine, I’ll have Wei Ang bring it to you at the same time.” After thanking her, Yin Mo quickly ended the call. In the hospital room, Li Qiao glanced at her phone, turning her head to gaze at Shang Yu by the window, “Second sister and Brother Chen… are making quite the progress.” The man leaned against the window sill, one hand in his pocket against the light, with a slight curve of his thin lips, “Pleased to see it?” “Of course,” Li Qiao put down her phone, tilting her head to meet the man’s eyes with a smile, “Yin Lao Er deserves it.”