Chapter 44: I really want to kiss you.

Chapter 44 Chapter 43: Really Want to Kiss You.

Chapter 43.

Under a sky full of fireworks, Wen Yicong tilted her head back, her gaze fixed on the man before her.

Firelight played across Mo Shaoshang's face, his cold, sculpted features bathed in alternating light and shadow, bright then dim.

A pair of blue-black eyes reflected the streaming fireworks, deep as the sea, as if she had fallen into an entire galaxy of stars.

Meeting those eyes, in that instant, Wen Yicong's body seemed to develop its own consciousness.

Was it because she was moved, because of gratitude, or because of some other reason she had always dared not admit?

Wen Yicong made a gesture that surprised even herself.

She rose on tiptoe, her arms circling his neck, her lips meeting his.

Light and shallow.

Like a dragonfly touching water.

An extremely brief kiss, lasting less than two seconds, Wen Yicong prepared to pull away.

However, just as she began to move, she felt her waist suddenly tighten.

A man's powerful fingers and palm closed around her, carrying a burning heat, firmly imprisoning her slender waist.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

In a flash, Mo Shaoshang turned the tables, seizing back absolute control.

Different from her butterfly-wing-light kiss, his lips pressed down, simultaneously sweeping in a long-suppressed hunger, nearly frantic.

He kissed so deep, so heavy, the tip of his tongue pried open her teeth, charging in like splitting bamboo, sweeping across every inch of softness inside her mouth, his tongue also domineeringly curling hers, tangling with her unto death.

Lips and tongue are soft and fragile, like the heart.

Every suck, every press of the man's mouth felt like pressing against the depths of her soul.

Wen Yicong was kissed breathless, the air in her lungs nearly squeezed out, the fear of suffocation making her panic.

So she pressed her hands against his chest, trying with all her might to push him away.

However, the iron wall imprisoning her didn't budge.

His arms held her, embraced her, with extreme force, as if to knead her into his very bones and blood, the kiss also growing deeper, as if to swallow her, tongue and all, whole into his belly.

The lack of oxygen made Wen Yicong's thoughts foggy again.

Gradually, she stopped fleeing, her eyes closed, her arms once more wrapping around his neck.

Letting herself sink.

Meanwhile.

Sensing the girl no longer resisted, Mo Shaoshang's eyes grew darker, but the force of his kiss lightened somewhat.

No longer the violent plunder of wind and rain, but increasingly gentle, evolving into the lingering tenderness of spring rain nourishing all things.

He lightly sucked her lower lip, tracing the shape of her lips with his tongue, once, then again, like tasting a delicious dessert.

Then he pried open her teeth again, probing in, hooking that small shy tongue, tenderly entwining, greedily devouring, a sick attachment seeping through the temperature of lips and tongue into every inch of her flesh and bone, burning her whole body soft.

Wen Yicong's mind grew more muddled, her fingertips curling unconsciously, crumpling his crisp suit into wrinkles.

Fireworks bloomed one after another overhead, lighting up the entire night sky as bright as day.

Streaming colors, a moment frozen into eternity.

Who knows how long passed.

Those thin, moist lips finally left hers.

In an instant, Wen Yicong became a fish finally returned to water, gasping for air, her breathing unsteady, her cheeks flushed red, like rice paper soaked in rouge.

Her eyes were dewy, like two pools of spring water, the bright pupils reflecting the firelight, and also reflecting two deep blue-black oceans.

Mo Shaoshang stared at her intently.

In the depths of his eyes, a tsunami churned.

Wen Yicong met his gaze, stunned, only then belatedly realizing. ...What had she just done?

She had actually, taken the initiative to kiss him?

Heavens!

In her panic, the temperature on her face grew even hotter, as if two flames would burn.

For a moment, Wen Yicong had no idea how to face the man before her, could only blurt out: 'Thank you for the fireworks, they were beautiful... these roses are also lovely.

It's late, I still need to go back to wash up, Mr.

Mo, good night...' Before her words finished, she turned to flee.

But before she could take two steps, her wrist tightened.

Her whole body was pulled back by a great force, re-imprisoned in an unfamiliar yet familiar embrace.

'Teacher Wen.' Mo Shaoshang called her.

One arm circled her waist, the other pinched her chin, lifting it slightly, the gesture gentle yet brooking no defiance, forcing her to raise her neck and meet his gaze.

'Kiss someone, then turn and run.' He looked at her, his voice low and languid, impossibly soft, 'That's not a good habit.' Wen Yicong's face grew redder, her lips moved twice, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Noticing the change in her expression, he lowered his head, leaning closer to her.

The distance between them suddenly shortened.

So close she could see the arc of his dark lashes.

Mo Shaoshang: 'What do you want to say?' Wen Yicong hesitated for a few seconds, finally speaking softly: 'The fireworks and roses you prepared... are the most grand and magnificent gifts I've ever received in my life.' Mo Shaoshang's blue-black eyes continued to watch her, saying nothing.

'I...' she added, 'really like them.' Hearing this, Mo Shaoshang slightly raised an eyebrow: 'Besides this, is there anything else?' The words landed, and Wen Yicong's heart suddenly beat several times faster.

She raised her eyes, her pupils bright.

For the first time with such courage, she stared directly at that cold, imposing face before her, at those ice-blue deep-sea-like eyes.

Fireworks continued to bloom one after another overhead, streaming light weaving phantoms.

Thousands of brilliant lights flowed across his face, outlining his sharp, angular contours, and his exquisite yet wild features.

The light flowed across his cold-white skin, traced his tall nose bridge, and finally fell into those blue-black eyes.

Like a Satan walking out of the dark night, silent, bewitching hearts.

At this moment, everything around became distant and blurred.

The wind faded, the fireworks went silent, the entire world seemed to leave only the two of them.

Mo Shaoshang became the only clear existence in her vision.

In just a few seconds, Wen Yicong felt a heat surge up in her chest, scalding and fierce, rushing straight to her brain, making her scalp tingle, her palms sweat, even her breathing beginning to tremble slightly.

He is mysterious, sick, dangerous.

But one thing is beyond doubt, she cannot escape, she must admit—he has a fatal attraction for her.

Every time she meets him, her heart feels like being gently wrapped by a venomous snake, airtight.

A sweetness enough to suffocate.

Addictive.

A long, long time, so long the wind by her ears quieted, so long the fireworks overhead became distant.

Wen Yicong finally mustered her courage, looked into his eyes, and said: 'Mr.

Mo, I agree.' Hearing this, Mo Shaoshang's gaze momentarily froze.

Immediately after, those blue-black eyes churned up a blizzard, completely swallowing the small her in his pupils.

Surging and wanton, unrestrained, as if suppressed for who knows how long, finally finding the breach.

He stared at her intently, his eyes extremely dark, silent for a moment.

Wen Yicong took a deep breath, honestly meeting his burning gaze, word by word, exceptionally clear: 'The dating you mentioned, building a more intimate relationship.

I agree.' Saying this, she paused, trying to make her tone sound steady and natural, not revealing the chaos in her heart, then continued: 'We can date first, try to become lovers, a couple... however, there's one condition.' Mo Shaoshang finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness: 'What condition.' 'At the beginning of dating, you and I both need to deepen our understanding of each other.' Wen Yicong said, 'And, I'm still living in the Manor House, spending every day with the people around...' She looked at him, paused for a breath, tentatively continued: 'To avoid unnecessary trouble, at this stage, I hope this relationship stays confidential.

Is that okay?' The words landed, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, a hint of meaningful amusement surfaced in Mo Shaoshang's eyes, then he casually curved his lips.

'Okay.' He said lightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hearing the other answer 'okay', the taut string in Wen Yicong's heart suddenly relaxed.

Her mood eased, and the corners of her mouth naturally curved into an arc.

After a brief thought, she raised a little finger, extending it toward him: 'It's settled.

Pinky promise as witness.' The little finger that came into view was porcelain-white and slender, Mo Shaoshang studied it for two seconds, lightly raised an eyebrow.

Wen Yicong saw this person didn't react, suspicious in her heart.

Could it be that Mo Shaoshang doesn't know what pinky promise means?

Ah, possible.

He's mixed-race, and has lived abroad for a long time, so not knowing the 'pinky promise' covenant ritual seems normal.

Thinking this, she patiently explained: 'Pinky promise is a ritual.

It represents 'it's settled, both parties can never go back on it'.' Mo Shaoshang listened, said nothing, and reached out his hand himself.

Two little fingers slowly hooked together.

Then intimately entwined.

'We make a promise first.' Wen Yicong said, her volume not loud, but solemn, with a hint of admonition: 'The relationship stays secret, don't tell anyone else.' 'Another promise, you and I belong to each other forever.' Mo Shaoshang said lightly.

Hearing this, Wen Yicong subconsciously raised her eyes, looking at him.

The moment she met those eyes, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Mo Shaoshang watched her, his gaze deep and heavy, focused to the extreme, even showing a sick obsession and extreme possessiveness, as if to suck her entire being in, drown her in that bottomless blue, and fall into the abyss with him...

But only for a moment.

In less than two seconds, those blue-black eyes had returned to their usual calm, a faint smile surfacing.

Mo Shaoshang smiled, gently reminding her: 'Pinky promise.' Wen Yicong came back to herself, pressed her lips, and without time to think carefully about the man's change in gaze, chanted: 'Pinky promise, hang ourselves, a hundred years, no changing.' Two little fingers hooked tightly together.

As if sealing an eternal covenant.

The night breeze blew gently, the girl's soft hair flew with the wind, so strands of lingering coolness wrapped around Mo Shaoshang's hand back, and also wrapped around his heart.

He released his fingers, and once more pulled her into his arms.

Lowering his head, a kiss pressed onto her brow.

Then slightly closing his eyes, his voice hoarse, sick and obsessed, he murmured to himself: 'Wen Yicong, you're mine now.' The siren of my dreams, the treasure I can't put down, the deity I would offer flesh and blood and life to worship.

Finally.

Mine. * The night was already very deep.

In a certain top-floor penthouse in the center of Jinghai City, not a single light was on, the whole room dark.

Pei Xizhou stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the brilliant night scene below.

Ten thousand lights poured down like a river of stars, traffic weaving on the streets, converging into flowing bands of light.

He stood in the darkness, like a sculpture utterly isolated from the world.

A moment.

He turned and walked toward the Study Room.

The solid wood door silently closed behind him, Pei Xizhou casually lit a desk lamp.

The dim yellow halo only illuminated a small area, cutting his handsome profile in two, light and dark distinct.

Pei Xizhou sat down at the desk, after a few seconds of silence, bent over and opened the lowest locked drawer.

Several yellowed documents, and several photos, came into Pei Xizhou's view.

He reached out, took those things out one by one, spread them on the desk.

On top was an old yellowed photo.

The subjects of the photo were a young couple, the man in a western suit, his features refined and scholarly, the woman slender, wearing a floral dress, her smile gentle and graceful.

The couple stood side by side in the sunlight, holding a swaddled infant in their arms.

Staring at the photo expressionlessly for a few seconds, Pei Xizhou picked up the second document.

This was an accident investigation report, already old.

The paper was yellowed, the edges slightly curled, even the printed ink beginning to fade.

But, the words in the report remained clear, carved like an axe into his heart.

His gaze swiftly swept over 'vehicle out of control' 'falling off a cliff' 'died on the spot' and other words, Pei Xizhou tightened his knuckles, the paper crumpled, making a slight rustling sound.

He picked up the third.

An old commercial contract, signed three months before his parents' accident.

On the Party B column of the contract, the four big characters 'Mo Group' stood out conspicuously.

What appeared to be normal commercial clauses packed densely, behind them hid traps sufficient to bankrupt the Pei Clan.

In a daze, Pei Xizhou recalled what the Italian had said.

'Your parents discovered Mo Group's illegal operations, prepared to report them.

So they had to die.' 'Do you really think that car accident was an accident?' ...

Pei Xizhou closed his eyes, took a deep breath.

Then, he continued to flip through these materials long familiar to his heart, every page he turned, the hatred in his eyes deepened by one degree.

His father's handwriting, his mother's photo, the forged signature on that contract, those so-called 'accident' investigation reports...

Who knows how long passed, Pei Xizhou reorganized and filed all the materials, put them back in the drawer, then lowered his eyes, quietly watching these truths sleep in unknown dark corners.

At this moment, a face suddenly surfaced in his mind.

A young, lush and enchanting face.

Then again, he recalled the way Mo Shaoshang looked at that face.

Extreme, obsessed, full of possessiveness, like a hunter locking onto prey, like a collector coveting a long-dreamed-of treasure, like a madman craving the only poison that could sober him.

Mo Shaoshang likes her very much.

No, perhaps another word is more accurate.

Obsession.

A sick, crazy, bone-deep obsession.

Thinking this, suddenly, Pei Xizhou laughed softly.

'Mo Shaoshang...' He murmured this name, word by word, again and again, like chewing: 'You like her very much, don't you.' Then, Pei Xizhou raised his head, looking at that distant and empty night outside the window, the corners of his mouth slowly curving into a sinister arc.

'You guess.' 'If she knew what kind of monster you are to the bone, what would she do?' Truly exhilarating and anticipated...

The man's low laughter echoed long in the empty Study Room, finally swallowed by the darkness. * The night faded, the horizon tinged with the white of fish belly.

Morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling window into the bedroom, dyeing the room a warm pale gold.

Wen Yicong rubbed her eyes, opened them.

Almost the first second her thoughts returned, she remembered the matter of confirming the romantic relationship with Mo Shaoshang last night.

Her heartbeat uncontrollably sped up again.

Wen Yicong pulled up the blanket to cover her face, grumbled like a small beast, forced herself not to think too much, turned over and got up.

Washed, changed clothes, tidied up briefly.

She then went to the next room to get Airi.

The little one was already awake, sitting on the bed hugging a small cat plushie, staring into space.

Seeing Wen Yicong come in, he blinked, his eyes briefly meeting hers for a moment, then quickly looked away, staring blankly at somewhere else.

'Good morning, our lovely little Airi.' Wen Yicong bent down, gently ruffled his hair, her voice soft: 'Come, let's go downstairs for breakfast.' Saying this, she took Airi's small hand and left the children's room.

In the dining room, breakfast was already set out.

Warm milk, golden fried eggs, and the blueberry pancakes Airi had recently liked very much.

Wen Yicong sat down beside Airi, trying to guide the little one to peel an egg independently.

'Come, Airi, let's try peeling it ourselves, okay?' While speaking, Wen Yicong placed the boiled egg into the small dish in front of Airi, held his small hand, helped him find the force to crack the shell.

Airi clumsily imitated, tapped.

Finally the eggshell shattered and scattered all over the table, but ultimately revealed the fresh tender egg white inside.

'Great job!' Wen Yicong's expression exaggerated, clapped and cheered, then paused half a second, tentatively continued: 'Airi, today we're also going outside, to play with other little friends, okay.' Airi was struggling to peel the eggshell, hearing this had no reaction.

Whether instinctively repelled, or really didn't understand at all.

Wen Yicong wasn't anxious, smiled gently, used her knuckle to lightly scratch his small nose.

'It's okay, teacher will always be with you.' The two were interacting and eating, when at this moment, a burst of footsteps came from the direction of the elevator hall.

Wen Yicong turned her eyes.

A tall, slender figure slowly approached.

Mo Shaoshang wore a deep blue suit, paired with a subtly patterned tie of the same color.

This outfit, compared to the usual pure black formal wear, appeared more relaxed, the whole person noble and at ease, carrying a few parts of casual languor.

Wen Yicong was slightly startled.

In the blink of an eye, last night's hot kiss under the fireworks surfaced in her mind.

She was slightly embarrassed, the base of her ears faintly flushed with heat, paused then took a deep breath and stood up, with as natural a tone as possible, smiling and greeting: 'Good morning, Mr.

Mo.' Saying this as if remembering something, she hurriedly explained: 'That, I thought you weren't in the Manor House, so I didn't wait for you to dine together, I'm really sorry...' 'Teacher Wen doesn't need to be so formal.' Mo Shaoshang lightly interrupted her, his gaze resting on her face for a moment, then moved away: 'Sit.' The whole process was as usual, calm, restrained, showing no cracks.

Wen Yicong had originally worried that this person would forget last night's 'underground romance' agreement, but seeing Mo Shaoshang like this, the big stone suspended in her heart finally landed.

She nodded, and as instructed sat down again.

The three dined together.

Whether because of the excessively sharp and powerful aura on Mo Shaoshang, or some other reason, since his appearance, the air in the whole dining room seemed to drop a few degrees, even the warmth of the sunlight outside the window faded much.

Wen Yicong forced herself to ignore the layer upon layer of ripples in her heart, continued to seriously interact with little Airi.

She scooped up a spoonful of pancake, brought it to Airi's mouth.

The little one opened his mouth and ate it, the corner of his mouth stained with a bit of blueberry sauce.

Wen Yicong picked up a napkin, gently wiped it off for him, the gesture natural and gentle, like spring breeze brushing the water's surface.

At this moment, Airi gripped his small spoon tightly in return, clumsily scooped up a spoonful of milk oatmeal, his posture awkward, unable to send it into his mouth no matter what.

Wen Yicong noticed, hurriedly reached out, held his small hand, carefully corrected his grip on the spoon for him.

'Right, like this... don't rush, take it slow.' In the dining room with soft light, the girl half-turned, spoke softly to the child, her brows curved, the corners of her lips smiling, the whole person seemed to be plated with a layer of fluffy warm light.

Mo Shaoshang's eyes were silent, silently studying the big and small before him.

Like watching two herbivores.

The small one clumsily learning to eat, occasionally raising his head, using clear blue eyes blankly looking around, then continuing to try hard.

The big one gentle and patient, the smile on her face like warm sunshine, enough to melt the coldest ice.

He just so, while quietly eating, while expressionlessly watching the two.

His eyes cold and calm.

After a while, Mo Shaoshang suddenly spoke: 'By the way.' Hearing this at the same time, Wen Yicong turned her head, a pair of clear bright eyes sparkling, like two black obsidian soaked in spring water, curiously looking at him, waiting for what came next.

'If I remember correctly,' Mo Shaoshang said, 'Airi has a social class today?' 'Yes, Mr.

Mo.' Wen Yicong nodded, replied: 'After breakfast, I and the life nanny will take Airi out.' Mo Shaoshang lowered his eyes, took a sip of coffee: 'Understood.' Wen Yicong thought for a moment, thinking he wanted to understand Airi's social class progress, then said: 'Don't worry, if you want to know Airi's performance in class, I'll hand the record book to you after class for review.' 'No need.' 'Hmm?' Wen Yicong blankly blinked.

No need?

What does that mean?

Mo Shaoshang raised his eyes, blue-black eyes looking at her, said lightly: 'I will accompany you all.' * Star Bridge Children's Rehabilitation Center.

In the sensory integration classroom, still the same four familiar faces.

Besides Airi, there were three other small classmates of similar age, everyone sitting in a circle around a small square table, continuing the basic social interaction training.

'Little friends, look, teacher has a ball here.' Wen Yicong held a soft ball in her hand, her smile kind, then she reached out, gently rolled the ball toward the little boy opposite: 'Wow, it's your turn!

Roll the ball to the little friend beside you, okay?' The little boy's expression was blank, but he still took the ball, imitating Wen Yicong, rolled the ball toward Airi beside him.

Airi watched the ball rolling toward himself, his body slightly stiff, didn't reach out to catch it right away.

His little head hung low, dully watched the ball roll closer and closer, finally hit his knee and stop.

Wen Yicong's smile on her face didn't diminish, no blame, no urging, quietly waited.

A few seconds later.

Airi tried to reach out his small hand, pink tender fingertips curling up, tried to poke the ball at his feet.

Wen Yicong took this scene in, instantly delighted clapped and cheered, smiling curved eyes to affirm: 'Good job Airi!

So amazing!

High five!' Airi's eyes drifted, raised his hand and patted her palm.

The game continued.

Wen Yicong threw herself into the working state, her attention always focused on the children.

But for some reason, from a certain moment, she sensed something wasn't right.

Always felt, as if a gaze from outside the window was projecting in, like a spider web, finely wrapping her.

Substantial, wrapping around her spine, gathering, binding.

From the back of the neck to the shoulder blades, from the waistline to the bend of the legs.

Every inch of skin swept over by it felt like being lightly licked by a snake's tongue, raising fine goosebumps.

'...' Almost instinctively, she turned her head, looking outside the window.

The corridor was full of students coming for rehabilitation, parents, and teachers communicating with parents.

No abnormality seen.

But for some reason, Wen Yicong's intuition told her, that gaze was still there, and had never left. * A few minutes later, ding ling ling, ding ling ling.

The class break bell rang.

The life nanny walked into the classroom, accompanied Airi playing with toys.

After being busy for half a class, Wen Yicong was also slightly tired.

She stood up, greeted the life nanny, stretched her somewhat stiff neck and wrists, walked out of the classroom, toward the restroom.

After coming out of the restroom, she looked around the corridor.

Didn't see that familiar figure.

Strange...

Her employer today specifically proposed to accompany Airi to social class, came with them to Star Bridge.

But where was he now?

Could it be that he found watching the little ones' class too boring, left first?

Then he should have told her...

Suspicious in her heart, Wen Yicong lowered her head, took out her phone to call Mo Shaoshang.

However, just at this moment, a great force suddenly struck.

Gripped her wrist, pulled her into the rest room beside.

The door closed heavily behind.

Taking care of special children is an extremely energy-consuming matter.

Many parents, to look after their children, can't sleep well day or night, the purpose of this rest room is to allow parents to replenish their physical strength and energy in the fragmented time when their children are in class.

Very humane.

Precisely because of this reason, this room, whether the sound insulation of the windows, or the blackout effect of the curtains, has been done to the extreme.

The curtains pulled together seamlessly.

The entire space was pitch black, not a ray of light could penetrate.

Like now.

In the darkness, Wen Yicong's face was red, her heart pounding like thunder.

Her body was pressed against the wall by the man's tall frame, her two slender wrists pinned above her head, even her lips tightly sealed by a large hand.

Not a sound could be made.

There was no light around, she couldn't see the other's face, but smelled a crisp frosty cold fragrance, familiar and strangely dangerous.

It was him.

'Ugh...' Wen Yicong tried to struggle, panicked opened her eyes wide.

What was he doing?

At this moment, a crisp slightly cool breath blew past her delicate earlobe.

The next instant, the man's voice pressed close to her ear, deep, carrying a teasing hoarseness, incredibly sexy.

The mellow elegant Italian, like lovers' whispers, like a beast's gentle low growl: 'Non fare rumore, e non ti preoccupare. ?? solo che all'improvviso ho una gran voglia di baciarti.' Don't make a sound, and don't be afraid or nervous.

Baby, I just suddenly really want to kiss you. ----------------------- Author's note: Mo Mo: Wife begging for kisses —— Random 100 red packet