Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ji Nuan did not use the restroom; she only wanted to step away from the cold war zone.

She washed her hands and redid her makeup. After around ten minutes, she turned to head out but was startled to see the man outside. He was leaning against the wall as he smoked a cigarette.

The moment she stepped out, she was surrounded by smoke. She faltered in her footsteps and watched the man as he smoked. Unlike other men, Mo Jingshen appeared composed and dependable when he smoked. The scent was not difficult to tolerate, and even carried hints of mint.

She did not understand why he had come here to smoke. The men’s restroom was clearly downstairs. This was the women’s.

She did not move after stepping out, remaining in her position to watch him curiously. The man only glanced at her once. The spark of flame between his fingers flickered, but he did not pause his natural movements for her.

The two remained this way, one watching silently and the other smoking silently. Finally, as Mo Jingshen extinguished the cigarette butt and tossed it aside, Ji Nuan asked: “You never smoked much in the past.”

“En.” The man’s response was mild.

“Did you frequently smoke in the past three years?”

“Occasionally.”

Ji Nuan did not say more. After all, the man’s earlier expression was cold. She had only come to use the bathroom, yet he followed her here. She felt that she wasn’t in any wrong but was also at a loss for words.

The man eyed the restroom behind her: “Is there anyone inside?”

“No.” Earlier, when Ji Nuan was inside, all of the stalls were empty.

The man glanced at her once more and abruptly stood up straight from the wall. Before Ji Nuan could react, he took a heavy step forward. His actions were strangely forceful and caused her to instinctively back away into the restroom.

As the man decisively entered the restroom with her, she stiffened: “This is the women’s…”

Before she could finish her words, the man carelessly closed the door.

Ji Nuan: “…”

The man continued approaching. She watched him strangely, backing away step by step before finally leaning against the sink.

“Mo Jingshen, are you trying to act like a gangster in the women’s restroom?” Ji Nuan placed her hands behind her, keeping it between her waist and the marble counter.

The man did not speak and only watched her. It was as though he was trying to see through her with his forceful gaze and to understand what exactly was going through her mind.

Ji Nuan shifted her head away slightly, speaking unhappily: “Weren’t you angry earlier and waging a cold war with me? What’s going on now?”

“En, I’m not angry anymore.” The man’s tone was mild, yet he did not back away.

Ji Nuan immediately glanced at him: “What do you mean you’re not mad anymore? You got mad for no reason, and now your anger dissipated for no reason…”

“Some emotions tend to be unreasonable, and are indeed difficult to control,” the man spoke. “But staying mad doesn’t seem to hold any benefits for me.”

Ji Nuan’s expression was cold. “You’re indeed a frighteningly composed man. Even at such a time, you have to weigh the costs and benefits.”

“What else can I do? With your current temper, you can’t even coax me. I might not even succeed in my attempt to pull you back. If I try to push you away now, you’ll only run even further.”

The man’s voice was as light as the wind, but he seemed to feel wronged.

Why would he feel wronged? Because she was unwilling to coax him?

How childish can you be, ah, Mo Jingshen…

But speaking of which, currently, her current actions and speech was indeed fully guided by her personality. She had no concern about holding back.

Ji Nuan did not respond. She pushed against his chest before keeping her hands on his body, answering coldly: “Speaking of the restroom, I remember that prior to our divorce, I once exchanged intimate gazes with those men on the dance floor, and because of that, you hauled me into the restroom. I was angered and pressed you against the wall and grabbed your collar. Do you remember the words you said to me at the time?”

The man’s brows moved. He did not speak, but he clearly remembered the bastard words and the bastard things he had previously said and done.

“You said… ‘you think you can hold me down?’” Ji Nuan’s voice was light. She then raised her brows and lightly gripped his collar, lifting one corner of her lips coldly to say: “Mo Jingshen, right now, do you think you can hold me down?”

As she spoke, she expressionlessly moved to push the man away.

However, the man did not give way. He easily caught her wrist and held her waist with his other hand, pulling her into his arms. As Ji Nuan’s gaze turned startled, he leaned down with a low chuckle: “Of course I can.”

Ji Nuan: “…?!!!”

This script wasn’t right, ah!

The man pressed her against the marble sink counter, moving his hand from her waist to the back of her head and delivering a harsh kiss onto her lips.

The kiss seemed to carry the rage that had yet to fade from earlier. It revealed that he wasn’t as capable of switching back to a composed state as he made himself appear. The kiss was hurried, powerful, and forceful. Ji Nuan tried to resist and raised her leg to kick the man but was easily pushed back by the man’s firm legs. He locked her feet under the sink and prevented her from moving further.

“Uu… Mo Jing… uuu… shen…” Ji Nuan was frustrated as she struggled in his arms.

Mo Jingshen held her waist and deepened the kiss, gradually softening his harsh movements. The kiss became intimate and loving.

He gave her a moment to catch her breath and spoke huskily against her lips: “Kissing you will at least help me vent my anger. I’m sure you don’t want me to keep this anger until it’s evening, do you?”

“…”

Evening?

They had been far too busy for the past few days and Mo Jingshen had not been visiting her room to allow her to rest. Did he change his mind again?

Ji Nuan rolled her eyes and decisively bit down harshly on the man’s lip.

A sharp pain went through the man’s lip, but he did not let go of her. Finally, when the taste of blood was shared between the two, he allowed her to back away from his embrace. From the way he watched her, it seemed like he was withholding a smile.

“You bit so firmly; it seems like you’re looking forward to tonight, en?”

The man’s lips were reddened and from this distance, the small wound she had left was obvious. Yet, such a visual was damningly seductive.

Ji Nuan raised her hand to block her reddened lips, preventing him from continuing his attack.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Ji Nuan’s gaze was startled as she turned to face the door.