Chapter 430: The Reappearance of Han Mochen (6)

Chapter 430: The Reappearance of Han Mochen (6)

"Yun Ji is Yun Muhao, and I am just Han Mochen. Who is Rong Xiao? He is nothing but a pitiful creature, a pet dog used when needed, and beaten and scolded when useless—this is his daily life. I will never become him."

Words as cold as ice. Han Mochen seemed to have recovered, or perhaps he had forgotten the helpless and pitiful state he was in just moments ago. After staring at Su Rao for a while, he sat up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then pulled out the letter that Su Rao had crumpled in her hand.

Now acting as if nothing had happened, so quick to anger and changeable, it seemed his emotions shifted within moments. His mood was so volatile.

After a glance at the letter, he instantly reduced it to shreds with his internal energy, scattering them over the dried pool of his blood. The corner of his mouth slowly curled into a sinister arc.

"Returning the favor? Let’s see what he’s got."

Another bloodthirsty comment.

"After setting the trap for so long, it’s time to spring it."

After saying this, Han Mochen looked at Su Rao again and noticed a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. His hand clenched and unclenched repeatedly before he finally raised it to wipe the blood from her mouth.

He said:

"Su Rao, I told you, you are my one exception, always my exception. This time, it was my fault. I angered you. What can I do to make it up to you?"

His thumb wiped the blood from her lips gently and lightly. Even as a dark, unpredictable, and rage-prone person, he had this tender side, and it was reserved only for her.

This thawed a bit of the frost in Su Rao’s heart. Her peach blossom eyes fell on Han Mochen, who now seemed to have returned to normal. She stared at him briefly, then narrowed her eyes, her gaze hardening.

Dan... Liang... Emperor... Rong... Ke...

It seemed time was running out. They had to hurry to Dan Liang as soon as possible, and no other mishaps could happen along the way. Especially with this man—since he acknowledged his mistake, if she didn't seize the opportunity to make it unforgettable, to truly understand his error, he would repeat it and waste more time.

With this thought in mind, Su Rao promptly pushed Han Mochen's hand away and stood up. Her face was calm, betraying none of her inner turmoil. What was wrong with her?

"Su Rao overestimates herself, thinking she’s important. You are not Yun Ji, not Rong Xiao, and certainly not Ah Xiao. Since you are not Ah Xiao, there is no affection between us. We are merely collaborators, so there’s no need for such closeness."

Her peach blossom eyes carried a strong sense of detachment. This was the Su Rao who treated strangers, the side she only showed to those she didn’t care for. Han Mochen felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, as if it had suddenly become hollow. This feeling made him tremble with fear.

"I am not Yun Ji; Yun Ji is Yun Muhao. But I am Ah Xiao, I am Ah Xiao!"

Muttering to himself, Han Mochen suddenly seemed confused and lost.

Who was he?

Who was he truly?

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a soft sigh escaped him. The confused Han Mochen's face froze for a moment, and in that moment, his personality shifted once more.

Due to Su Rao's deliberate provocation, the two personalities showed a brief sign of overlapping coexistence.

Those bloodthirsty eyes, now fixed on Su Rao, who was treating him this way, lost their ferocity and turned into helplessness.

A touch of helpless indulgence.

"Rao Rao, don't be angry anymore. His self-control has already exceeded my expectations. But if you continue to torment him like this, it might backfire. He is not the profound Rong Xiao; his feelings for you are simple. You need to guide him step by step..."

Before he could finish, Yun Ji was suppressed again, and the confusion in Han Mochen's heart suddenly disappeared.

He turned abruptly, ready to flee the stifling room, but just as he reached the window, someone from behind quickly intercepted him.

"Do you dare leave? Did I say you could go? Han Mochen, Su Rao’s presence isn’t something you can just come and go from as you please. If you want to leave, you must ask me."

With that, Su Rao grabbed Han Mochen's collar, stood on tiptoe, and her cherry-red lips pressed against his cold lips. Her gaze fixed on his slender phoenix eyes, seeing him freeze momentarily, as if under a spell. Su Rao didn’t back down; instead, she pressed closer, clinging to Han Mochen, deepening the confrontation she had initiated.

Only when she felt his breath quicken, the wild pounding of his heart under her hand, and the tremors of his body that even Han Mochen could not suppress, did Su Rao release him and step back to the window, her peach blossom eyes glimmering like an endless sea.

She didn’t have time for subtlety; whether deep or simple, she could not let him have his way here.

Hmph!

If he messed up, even if forgiven, he’d still face consequences.

"I don't agree to you leaving, so you can forget about..."

The word "leaving" was abruptly swallowed.

His actions were impulsive, driven by instinct—reckless and impatient, only seeking to quell the sudden urgency in his heart.

The window was wide open, and the cool dawn breeze tangled their dark hair as they embraced again.

Only when Han Mochen noticed the unstable breath of the person in his arms, much like his own earlier state, did he hurriedly release Su Rao.

Her lips, crimson like blooming, otherworldly flowers, left him craving more, instantly addicted.

Her brows and eyes flushed from his actions, the redness climbing to her cheeks, as if painted with the finest rouge, spreading from her cheeks to the corners of her eyes.

"I... I..."

Completely flustered, Han Mochen stared at Su Rao, all traces of his usual bloodthirst gone, his limbs awkward and restless, completely like a clueless boy unaware of what he had just done.

"Han Mochen, you took liberties with me. You’ll have to take responsibility."

The window slammed shut. Outside, Yun Ling stood frozen, having just witnessed everything, a blush creeping from his cheeks to his ears.

Then, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he hurriedly moved away, quickly distancing himself.

Just as he left, a realization dawned in Yun Ling's mind—he seemed to grasp how Miss Su planned to help the master manage the Sovereign, using both soft and hard tactics...

The other Cloud Guards scattered, their faces flushed.

After all, they were a group of passionate young men, seeing their usually ruthless Sovereign so effortlessly ‘teased’ by Su Rao without any resistance, they were both shocked and slightly stirred.

A ripple of curiosity about what might happen next behind the closed window—would Miss Su sacrifice herself to ensure the Sovereign's rationality...

These twisted thoughts of the Cloud Guards were, of course, impossible. Not to mention whether Su Rao was willing, Han Mochen was already completely at a loss, letting Su Rao pull him back without any resistance.

His gaze stayed on Su Rao, her final words ringing in his ears: he had to take responsibility.