Capítulo 1121: Chapter 1121: The Wind Stops at the Autumn Waters, I Stop at You On the day He Chen received the marriage certificate, as he walked out of the civil affairs bureau, he contentedly posted a moment on his WeChat. Normally, he always scoffed at this kind of public display of affection. But today, he just couldn’t help it. The caption on his post was probably the most romantic thing He Chen had ever said in his life. He Chen: “The wind stops at the autumn water, and I stop at you.” @Yin Mo The accompanying picture captured the moment Yin Mo lowered her gaze, holding the marriage certificate inside the civil affairs bureau. After posting, He Chen exited WeChat, then put his arm around Yin Mo and got into the car. For the rest of the day, the two enjoyed eating, drinking, and having fun in the South Sea. He Chen gently and considerately accompanied Yin Mo throughout most of the South Sea until dusk fell over the Western Hills, and they arrived at a villa area. Feeling a bit tired, Yin Mo leaned against the window, dozing off. When the car stopped, she lazily opened her eyes, looking at the villa, and couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t we going home?” “This is our home.” He Chen rested one hand on the steering wheel, dark eyes hiding a secret flame. This was their new home after marriage. Once inside, Yin Mo marveled at the luxurious décor of the villa, which even included elements of an English castle, perfectly matching her aesthetic. Orıginal content can be found at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 At this moment, a warmth pressed against her back. He Chen stood behind her, embracing her, his hot breath brushing over her ear, “Do you like it, baby?” Yin Mo said she liked it, turning her head to meet his gaze, asking with some anticipation, “Will we live here from now on?” “Yes.” He Chen nibbled on her earlobe, his breathing growing heavier, “If you like it, we’ll stay; if not, we can change. With thirteen properties in the South Sea, all under your name, pick whichever you want to live in.” Yin Mo softly smiled, biting her lip, “This one’s pretty good.” Bending his head down, He Chen’s thin lips continued to probe behind her ear and at her neck, “Baby, are you hungry?” “Not hungry.” Yin Mo squirmed away a bit, feeling itchy, “Are you hungry? Do you want to…” Before she could finish speaking, He Chen turned her face towards him, capturing her lips and whispering, “Starving, I’m fucking starving.” Only then did Yin Mo realize that his hands had unknowingly slipped under her clothes. With the certificate, they were legally husband and wife. Whatever happened next seemed only natural. Yin Mo didn’t resist, and aside from the sensitive reactions causing her to shiver, she responded to He Chen with all she had. He Chen picked her up, kissing her all the way up to the master bedroom on the second floor. When he placed her on the bed, with her dark hair splayed out, He Chen couldn’t suppress a low groan from deep in his throat. He unbuttoned Yin Mo’s shirt and guided her hand to his belt, “Undo it for me.” Underneath him, face flushed, Yin Mo averted her gaze, but her fingers obediently unclasped the belt buckle. As they kissed, clothes were shed, He Chen’s actions laced with an urgency, bordering on impatience. He had promised her he would wait until their marriage. Now that they had their certificate, he couldn’t wait any longer. Within minutes, they were entirely bare to each other. Yin Mo clung to his sturdy arm, awkwardly asking, “Shall we bathe?” He Chen took her hand down to a steamy location, “Do you want me to burst from arousal?” Yin Mo didn’t respond, slightly tightening her palm and giving a slight movement. The man immediately let out a fragmented moan, and her action unmistakably signaled him to advance. The process was not without hiccups, but it left an unforgettably indelible mark on both. Yin Mo cried intensely, and He Chen endured tensely. She was too tight, he was too forceful. Ultimately, He Chen, suppressing his heartache, bent down, sealing her lips, and plunged determinedly into the fray. Outside, the moonlight was pure; inside, they endlessly engaged in “flower arrangement.” In the passion of the moment, He Chen held Yin Mo close, repeatedly murmuring in her ear, “Baby, I love you…” At four in the early morning, the master bedroom was quietly taken over by silence. Yin Mo opened her swollen eyes, her whole body feeling soft and weak. She moved slightly, instantly feeling sore all over. Yin Mo couldn’t remember how she fell asleep, knowing only right before she lost consciousness, He Chen was still going. The bedroom, the bathroom, the walls… Last night’s scenes resurfaced in her mind, and Yin Mo squirmed a bit, awed by He Chen’s stamina and intimidated by his demands. Then, the man beside her awoke. Red-faced with embarrassment, Yin Mo softly croaked a “Good morning.” He Chen, hugging her, buried his dazed but stunning face in her neck, “What do you call me?” Last night, he had made her call him husband many times over. Pulling her into his arms, He Chen replied softly, “Good girl,” then turned her over, pinning her down. The morning was precisely when men were full of energy, and befuddled, Yin Mo was pressed down for another two rounds. Overall, He Chen had quite the determination to die on her body. By eleven in the morning, Yin Mo sluggishly dragged her heavy legs out of the master bedroom. Her waist hurt, and her legs were trembling. In the living room, He Chen had a long leg propped on the coffee table and a cigarette in his mouth while making a call. Yin Mo reached his side, sitting down slowly, her face clothed with a unique afterglow. She didn’t pay much attention to He Chen’s conversation, instead taking out her phone to check for missed calls or messages. Last night after returning, they had been entangled in the room, and though she heard the phone vibrate a few times, He Chen ignored it, focusing all his efforts on her. Yin Mo lit up her phone screen, unsurprised to see over twenty messages on WeChat. Opening WeChat, most of the messages came from the Border Six’s group chat. There was also a notification on the [Discover] icon in the lower right corner. Curiously, Yin Mo tapped into it, and the first thing in her sight was He Chen’s post. They had many mutual friends, and Yin Mo could clearly see the replies beneath the post. Bai Yan: You’re not the type to be so refined! Bai Yan: Are you suffering from some grave illness? Zong Zhan: Really flaunting a nine-dollar thing? Jin Rong: Sister-in-law, remember to visit the island! @Yin Mo Feng Yi: Xiao Si is indeed quick! Yun Lih: Indeed quick! Shen Qingye: Gosh, gosh, gosh, Brother Chen is going all out? Song Liao: Hello, second brother-in-law. Xia Siyu: Second brother-in-law, the wedding! The wedding! Hurry up and arrange it! Su Moshi: Looking forward to the wedding. Li Qiao: Treat her well. Bai Yan: The origin of “The wind stops at the autumn water, and I stop at you” [Link to fanciful literary artsy quotes] There were many more comments following, but Yin Mo had no time to look closely, as her phone buzzed again with frequent vibrations. Again, it was from the Border Six’s group chat. Shen Qingye: Awesome, salute, second sister hasn’t replied to messages yet, is she dead on Brother Chen’s bed? Xia Lao Wu: Second sister, the newly developed frosted version has been shipped, remember to check [wink] @Yin Mo