Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Seeing the WeChat message on her phone screen, Wen Yinong's heart raced a few beats.

After a moment of contemplation, she puffed out her cheeks in frustration and turned off the screen.

Not knowing how to respond, she simply didn't.

Rude, so be it.

A man who forces a kiss on someone is even ruder.

Wen Yinong thought angrily, turned off the light and went to sleep.

*

She had originally thought that falling asleep would bring her a brief respite of peace, yet the lingering warmth of that kiss felt like a branding iron, imprinted deep within her senses.

Burning her so fiercely that she couldn't sleep soundly all night.

She felt like a lonely little boat tossed about in a storm throughout the long night.

By the time dawn broke, she was utterly exhausted.

Last night's torrential downpour had washed the world clean, leaving the sky a flawless, washed blue, so clear it had no impurities. Sunlight poured down, gilding every blade of grass and leaf at Mo Manor, and the raindrops still lingering on the branches glistened with translucent radiance.

Gazing at the bright and beautiful weather outside the window, Wen Yinong's inner restlessness eased a bit.

She took a deep breath, rolled her neck to stretch, and pulled open the door.

As luck would have it, she ran into Aunt Zhang coming her way.

Aunt Zhang was holding a pile of neatly folded clothes and said with a smile, "Good morning, Teacher Wen. Your clothes are all washed and ironed."

"Good morning, Aunt Zhang. Thank you so much for your trouble," Wen Yinong replied as she took the clothes with both hands, thanking her with a smile.

After speaking, she glanced down the empty corridor and asked, trying to sound casual, "By the way... is Mr. Mo going out today?"

Aunt Zhang didn't notice her discomfort and naturally replied, "I heard Assistant Lin mention it in passing. It seems Mr. Mo has two important meetings this morning, so he'll probably leave right after breakfast."

Hearing this news, Wen Yinong felt an unexpected sense of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted off her chest.

Saying goodbye to Aunt Zhang, Wen Yinong returned to her room with the bundle of clothes.

A quick glance around, and she noticed the quilt on the bed was folded into a puffy little bun.

Looking at the quilt, she didn't like the look of it, so she reached out and rumpled it up, then slowly refolded it.

After folding, she leisurely hung the clean clothes Aunt Zhang had brought back into the walk-in closet one by one. With the clothes done, she took a damp towel from the bathroom and slowly wiped down the tables and chairs...

She procrastinated, doing every little thing she could to delay, then finally pulled the door open again and reluctantly shuffled out. As she descended the spiral staircase, she murmured to herself: She had deliberately wasted so much time; surely, Mo Shaoshang must have left by now, right?

But things didn't go as she'd hoped.

When she stepped into the spacious and bright dining room, her eyes were instantly drawn to the figure at the head of the table.

Impeccably dressed in a suit, the man's gold-rimmed glasses gleamed with a cold sheen in the morning light, like a lurking predator.

Wen Yinong stumbled slightly in her step.

Just one glance, and the passionate, possessive kisses from the studio—full of punishment and possession—seemed to break free from their seal. Countless intimate and embarrassing images surged up from the depths of her mind, each one maddeningly vivid.

Her cheeks flushed involuntarily, leaving her embarrassed, unsettled, and flustered.

But there was no helping it.

She was already here; there was no turning back.

Resigned, she steeled herself, walked to the table as though nothing had happened, and took her seat.

A uniformed staff member emerged from the service area with freshly made dishes.

The whole dining room was dead quiet.

Wen Yinong was someone who knew her manners. Usually, no matter where she met this employer, she would always greet him first.

But today, after what had happened last night—an incident she could only call an "offense"—she harbored a hint of petulance and a small desire for payback. She deliberately skipped greeting Mo Shaoshang. Instead, she lowered her head, picked up a slice of toast, and nibbled at it.

His eyes stayed fixed on her the entire time.

Mo Shaoshang watched Wen Yinong, noticing the young rehabilitation therapist's deliberate silence and distance. His eyebrow lifted almost imperceptibly. Like a crack spreading across a frozen lake, a flicker of amusement appeared in his eyes.

Was she throwing a little tantrum?

Carino.

Since she ignored him, he had to make the first move.

Mo Shaoshang said casually, "Good morning, Teacher Wen."

Hearing this, she paused, reaching for her milk glass. She cleared her throat in discomfort. Without lifting her gaze, she kept her eyes down and replied softly, "...Good morning."

"Did Teacher Wen sleep well last night?" He made it sound like ordinary small talk, his tone calm.

"...It was okay," she mumbled, hoping to end this topic quickly.

Looking at the girl before him, his gaze swept over her arched brows and clear, sparkling eyes before settling on the faint, almost imperceptible dark circles under them. He said offhandedly, "But you don't look well-rested."

Hearing that, Wen Yinong felt her cheeks warm, and she instinctively bit her lower lip.

This man had already returned to his usual refined, elegant, and composed self. His impeccably tailored suit was flawless, crisp and cold. The gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and behind the lenses, his eyes were like a windless deep sea—calm and composed.

His indifferent manner almost made Wen Yinong doubt that the violent predator who had held her tight in the studio last night, kissing her until she could barely breathe, was merely a hallucination born of extreme fatigue.

Good thing she had checked the mirror that morning.

She saw that her lower lip was still swollen, with a small bite mark inside.

Those faint marks served as a reminder of last night's madness, recording his transgression. Otherwise, she might have thought it all a ridiculous dream.

Thinking of this, Wen Yinong couldn't help feeling a grudging respect for her employer.

What a thick skin...

Cornered, Wen Yinong paused, then made up a story on the spot: "There were mosquitoes buzzing around my room last night. They were so loud I couldn't sleep."

As her words landed, before Mo Shaoshang could respond, Uncle Heng, who was standing by at attention, spoke up. He frowned slightly and muttered suspiciously, "Mosquitoes in Teacher Wen's bedroom? That shouldn't be. The estate has specially planted a lot of geraniums, and the diffuser in your room has lavender and lemongrass oils. These special plants are excellent at repelling mosquitoes."

Awkward, her cheeks warming, she took a sip of milk as if to cover it, then stammered, "Maybe I misheard. It might have been some other bug."

However, Uncle Heng, being dutiful, had clearly taken the matter to heart. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Teacher Wen, I'll take someone to check and deal with it right away." Without waiting for Wen Yinong's reply, Uncle Heng turned around and, with swift efficiency, called two servants to go upstairs and catch the bug.

"Uncle Heng, no need, really no need, Uncle Heng!"

She called out several times, but Uncle Heng only waved a hand at her without turning back, his figure quickly disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

Wen Yinong fell silent.

In an instant, the vast dining room was left with only her and Mo Shaoshang. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, stirring with an indescribable subtle tension.

Wen Yinong pressed her lips together slightly.

Every time she was alone with Mo Shaoshang, she felt uneasy. After last night, this feeling had only intensified.

Wen Yinong could only lower her head and continue to force herself to remain calm as she ate breakfast.

But even without looking, she could feel a gaze fixed on her—focused, burning, with a penetrating insight that saw through everything. Like an invisible but resilient spider's web, threads upon threads, tightly enveloping her, tangling her breath, and unsettling her heartbeat.

Her heart began to race again. Wen Yinong took a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore that look.

Just as she was about to be crushed by the silent pressure, Mo Shaoshang suddenly spoke, his tone casual.

He asked calmly, "Have you thought about what I said last night, Teacher Wen?"

"Clang——"

Wen Yinong's fingertips trembled, and her fork clattered against the porcelain plate with a crisp sound.

Without warning, a surge of heat exploded from her chest, spreading rapidly, burning her cheeks, ears, and even her snow-white neck.

She didn't know how to respond, so she merely pressed her lips together and remained silent.

The best hunters always had the most patience.

Mo Shaoshang's blue-black eyes fixed intently on her, as if he didn't intend to give her any room to escape. He continued, "I'm asking you to date me, Teacher Wen."

Wen Yinong's inner conflict was like a tangled ball of yarn played with by a cat—chaotic and impossible to sort out.

This matter was not only sudden but also completely beyond her life plan.

What did she really know about Mo Shaoshang? Apart from knowing he was Ari's uncle, and that he possessed wealth, power, and social status beyond her imagination, she knew nothing at all.

It had only been one night, and she hadn't even fully processed this information. How could she hastily agree to his request and start a relationship with him?

Even if it was for Ari's sake, and even if, as Su Wanxin said, she had nothing to lose...

Wen Yinong lowered her eyes, her lashes casting a fan-shaped shadow beneath them, her heart wavering. She hesitated for a long time until she felt his gaze nearly piercing through her, then finally found her voice. "Mr. Mo. This is a major matter that I need to consider carefully. Please... give me more time."

She paused, then took a deep breath and set a deadline for herself. "How about this: let me think it over properly, and when I've figured it out, I'll give you my answer."

Mo Shaoshang gazed at her without blinking for a long moment, then nodded. "Alright."

After that, the dining room was filled only with the soft clinking of utensils.

Wen Yinong buried her head and silently ate her meal, nibbling on some shrimp, while fervently praying in her heart: Mo Shaoshang, leave quickly, leave quickly. But contrary to her wishes, her employer seemed in no hurry to leave at all.

He even had an extra bowl of congee than usual, eating with slow, deliberate movements.

Just as Wen Yinong could no longer stand it and was about to find an excuse to slip away, the man at the head of the table finally set down his chopsticks.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then stood up, his gaze fixed on the young woman's reddened ear tips. He raised his brow slightly, said nothing, and turned to leave the dining room.

The sound of steady footsteps gradually faded away.

Thank goodness, he's finally gone...

Wen Yinong relaxed, slumping back against her chair and letting out a long sigh. However, this relaxed state lasted only a few seconds before she slapped her forehead and shot upright like a spring—

Oh no! She forgot to ask him why Ari was afraid of blue.

At this thought, Wen Yinong felt a surge of annoyance and silently cursed Mo Shaoshang in her heart.

Thanks to his whirlwind, uncontrollable kissing spree, she had completely forgotten her main task...

There was no help for it.

Auntie Zhang had said he would be very busy all day today, so chasing after him to ask now was clearly not appropriate. She would have to wait for another opportunity to ask him.

After calming her jumbled emotions, Wen Yinong quickly finished the food on her plate, got up, and went upstairs to start her day's work.

*

The last outdoor therapy session had yielded good results, and Wen Yinong planned to build on that success.

Today, she had also arranged for Ari to have a half-day outdoor activity.

Just past eight in the morning, the sun was pleasant and the breeze was gentle.

Wen Yinong, along with the nanny Sister Tang, took Ari from the Mo estate and headed once again to Taigongshan Forest Park.

The forest park was vast in area; when she and Mo Shaoshang had taken Ari there last time, they had only explored a small part of it. This time, she intended to take Ari deeper into that natural oxygen bar to discover more new worlds.

After last night's rainstorm, the park's air was exceptionally fresh, the scent of vegetation refreshing, the leaves shining green, and petals carrying sparkling raindrops.

Wen Yinong held Ari's small hand and strolled along a path through the woods.

Ari, seemingly drawn in by the vibrant surroundings, walked briskly, turning his little head left and right, occasionally stopping to reach out his soft, tiny fingertips and touch the damp leaves and flowers along the roadside.

Seeing the little one's reaction, Wen Yinong curved her lips, her heart warm.

As if guided by some invisible force, after a few minutes of wandering through the woods, the trio had somehow come back to the children's play area.

Golden sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves, casting dappled, shifting spots of light on the colorful play mats. The laughter of children echoed through the mountain forest, everything full of life.

The sandpit was full of children, their bare feet pressing footprints into the sand, their childish faces like bright sunflowers under the sun.

Wen Yinong brought Ari to the side of the sandpit, spread out a clean picnic mat, and let Ari sit.

The little boy held a toy car in his hand, habitually spinning the wheels. The joy and noise around him seemed separated by an invisible membrane.

Wen Yinong stayed close, accompanying and observing, smiling as she initiated interaction with Ari.

"School bus." Her voice was gentle, mimicking the sound of a car engine. "Vroom—vroom—school bus!"

A few onomatopoeic words caught Ari's attention, and he imitated her, making a sound: "Vroom..."

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, Wen Yinong caught sight of a small figure in a white tutu dress.

It was a little girl about three or four years old, with fair skin, plump cheeks flushed with a healthy glow, and big, dark, sparkling eyes like black grapes soaked in water, shining with pure, clean light. She wore two pigtails that bounced as she hopped over, a little bunny backpack on her back. At first glance, she looked like a doll stepping right out of a New Year painting.

So cute it makes your heart melt.

The little girl seemed drawn to Ari. She stopped in front of the picnic mat, tilted her head, and stared at Ari without blinking, her big, bright eyes full of friendliness and curiosity.

Noticing this unexpected little marshmallow, Wen Yinong's smile grew wider. She said in a soft voice, "What's the matter, little sweetie? Do you want to play with us?"

Hearing this, the little marshmallow's eyes brightened even more. In a sweet, babyish voice, she asked, "Can I?"

"Of course you can." Wen Yinong said with a smile. She paused, looked the little girl over, and then asked, "What's your name?"

The little marshmallow said, "My name is Na Na."

"Na Na." Wen Yinong responded, then turned to Ari and gently guided him, "Ari, come on, say hello to Na Na."

Ari barely reacted, as if he hadn't noticed an "intruder" nearby. He just kept his head down, spinning the wheel over and over, still lost in his own little world.

Seeing this, Na Na tugged at the lace on her dress and looked at Wen Yinong with confusion. "The big brother won't talk to me."

"Big brother is a little shy." Wen Yinong smiled, trying to reassure Na Na, then lifted Ari's small hand and waved it, encouraging him again. "Ari, say hello, like Teacher Wen showed you. Hi, hi～"

Ari's gaze drifted off into the distance, not looking at Na Na, but he robotically waved his hand and whispered, "Hi."

Seeing the cute little boy talk to her, Na Na was overjoyed. A huge smile spread across her face. She waved her small hand and said to Ari, full of warmth, "Hi! My name is Na Na, I like you. Can we be good friends?"

"Oh my god, you little rascal, why did you run so fast! I couldn't find you in a flash, you scared the life out of me!" A voice suddenly came from behind.

Wen Yinong turned to see two elderly people hurrying over from the playground equipment area. One held a children's water bottle, the other carried a small backpack and sun hat. They were simply dressed, with kind faces, foreheads covered in sweat from worry.

"Grandma, Grandpa," Na Na called out sweetly, pointing a small finger at Ari. "Look! My new friend!"

The elderly couple was both amused and annoyed by this little troublemaker. They walked over, crouched down, and put on a stern face. "Before we left, what did your mom tell you? When you're at the park, you're not supposed to run off. You have to stay close to Grandma and Grandpa. You suddenly ran off just now, and we thought you were lost. We got really worried."

After being scolded, Na Na fidgeted with the hem of her dress, blinked her eyes, looking pitiful, and said, "I saw big brother, so I left."

Seeing how pitiful she looked, the elderly woman softened. She said gently, trying to soothe her, "Okay, okay, Grandma gets it. But you can't do this again, okay?"

Na Na nodded, "Mm!"

After scolding the little marshmallow, the elderly woman straightened up, gave Wen Yinong an apologetic smile, and said, "Sorry, young lady, for bothering you. This little granddaughter of mine is a handful..."

"It's okay," Wen Yinong said with a smile. "Na Na is very adorable."

After saying sorry, the elderly woman took Na Na's hand, ready to take her away.

But the little girl was stubborn as a mule. She pulled her hand away from her grandmother and darted behind Wen Yinong, muttering, "I want to play with the handsome brother. I want the brother with blue eyes."

The elderly woman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You..."

"It's fine, Auntie," Wen Yinong said. "Let Na Na play with us for a while. I'll watch both kids. There won't be any danger."

The elderly woman hesitated, glancing over Wen Yinong. Seeing that this young woman had fair skin, was clean and pretty, and had a gentle temperament, she didn’t seem like a bad person, so the old woman's guard came down.

Soon, the elderly couple went to sit nearby, watching the picnic mat from a distance.

Wen Yinong looked back at Ari and Na Na. She carefully watched what the two kids were doing.

Seeing that her grandma had said yes, Na Na was delighted. She thought for a second, put down her little bunny backpack, reached inside it, and pulled out a rainbow-colored stacking toy.

She took off the top red ring, pushed it with her finger, and it rolled across the picnic mat, slowly rolling towards Ari.

It stopped by his foot.

Ari just stared blankly, as if he hadn't noticed this new toy.

Na Na didn't give up. She tilted her head, thought for a moment, then picked up a yellow ring and made a "wow" sound of amazement in the sunlight. Then she looked at Ari again, her eyes full of anticipation. "Big brother, look! The ring can glow!"

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, her smile radiant. She was like a dandelion seed soaked in sunlight.

Wen Yinong was moved. She realized this was a perfect opportunity to guide Ari into social interaction with a peer.

Thinking this, she leaned slightly to whisper in Ari's ear, "Ari, look, a cute little sister. Her name is Na Na. She likes you very much and wants to share her toy with you."

Ari continued spinning the wheel.

Seeing that the handsome brother still ignored her, a flicker of disappointment passed over Na Na's face, but it was quickly replaced by a new idea. She took out all the stacking rings and lined them up, counting as she arranged them: "One, two, three!"

Wen Yinong grinned widely, clapped exaggeratedly, and cheered for the little girl. "Na Na is amazing! Brother Ari is a little shy. But look, he's listening to you count."

Receiving the pretty aunt's praise, Na Na's eyes lit up. She became happy again and said, "Then I'll sing a song for my brother!"

With that, her childish voice hummed a disjointed nursery rhyme, occasionally gesturing with her small hands, performing with devotion and seriousness.

Wen Yinong looked at Ari.

His blue eyes were clouded, his expression blank, as if he were outside the world.

Wen Yinong thought for a moment, then took Ari's hand and gently touched the stacking toy. "Ari, let's play with the toy together, okay?"

Ari made no sound, nor showed any irritation or other resistance.

Wen Yinong crooked her finger at Na Na, a mysterious look on her face.

The little girl happily ran over and put her ear close to Wen Yinong's mouth.

They whispered for a while.

Soon, Na Na nodded happily, "Okay!"

She turned around, picked up the red ring on the ground, and threw it to Wen Yinong. Wen Yinong caught it quickly and threw it back to Na Na. Na Na let out a silvery laugh, ran and jumped around the picnic mat, picked up the fallen ring, thought for a moment, and then handed it to Ari.

This time, Ari looked at the red ring.

Wen Yinong watched Ari's reaction, then took Ari's small hand and slowly opened it.

Na Na seized the moment and quickly placed the ring into Ari's palm.

"Wow! Big brother is awesome!" Na Na clapped happily. "Caught it!"

Whether it was the crisp, bright voice in his ear or the cool touch of the ring that attracted him, Ari looked up at Na Na briefly, then his gaze shifted away.

This eye contact was extremely brief, less than a second, but Wen Yinong was deeply delighted.

After that, Wen Yinong accompanied the two children playing on the slide, riding the carousel, and took them to a big tree to watch ants move their home.

Throughout this parallel play session, Ari remained very quiet, neither fussy nor noisy. He tacitly allowed Na Na's presence.

Even once, when Na Na nearly fell while running too fast, Ari took the initiative to glance at the little girl.

Wen Yinong was immensely relieved, her heart soft and full of hope.

Happy moments quietly passed as the sun climbed higher.

At noon, the elderly couple sitting on the bench stood up and walked over, calling softly, "Na Na, it's time to go home for lunch."

Na Na was curiously studying Ari's blue eyes. Hearing that it was time to leave, her little face fell, looking reluctant.

After a moment, the little girl looked at her grandparents, then at Ari, who sat quietly with downcast eyes. She squinted, as if making a decision.

The next second, she suddenly put down her toy, stretched out her short, chubby little arms, and hugged Ari with lightning speed.

Ari's small body stiffened noticeably.

After completing this action, Na Na immediately stepped back and announced in a very serious little voice, "From now on, we're best friends!"

She paused, puffed out her tiny chest, and added: "If anyone bullies Ari, tell Na Na! Na Na will protect Brother Ari!"

With that, without waiting for any response, she turned and threw herself into her grandmother's arms, then poked her head out from behind her grandmother's shoulder and waved vigorously at Ari and Wen Yinong, saying, "Bye-bye, Brother Ari! Bye-bye, Teacher Wen!"

The elderly couple smiled and said goodbye, taking their granddaughter with them as they walked away.

The sun was still bright, and the sandpit returned to silence. Ari sat alone on the picnic mat, holding his toy car, as if nothing had changed, yet something had shifted.

Wen Yinong's heart was light.

She was sure that although Little Ari didn't understand what "friend" meant, or the meaning of "protection," Na Na's straightforward and pure kindness was like a ray of sunshine, reaching into a corner of Ari's lonely world.

Watching Ari's silent profile, she smiled, reached out and gently stroked his soft hair, murmuring, "Ari, we met a little angel, didn't we?"

Ari didn't answer.

A breeze blew through the trees, tree shadows swayed, and spots of light danced, falling on his slightly curled fingers, warm and bright.

The trip to the park had exceeded all expectations.

Ari had gained a warm-hearted, angelic little playmate.

Wen Yinong was genuinely happy and uplifted. She was energetic and full of drive throughout the day.

The afternoon lessons ended in a relaxed atmosphere.

Time passed imperceptibly, the sun set and the moon rose, dusk fell, and the night devoured the last traces of sunset like thick ink, drawing the day to a close. Soon it was past nine in the evening.

Ari had been very active outdoors today, yawning nonstop during dinner. After washing up and brushing his teeth, Wen Yinong carried the little guy to bed, and within ten minutes, he closed his eyes, breathing evenly, fast asleep.

Wen Yinong carefully tucked in the covers for Ari and turned off the nightlight.

Just as she was about to leave the room, a familiar car engine sound came from outside the window, cutting through the quiet of the estate at night.

It was the master of the estate returning.

In the dim light from the window, Wen Yinong stood and glanced outside, a strange feeling stirring inside her. Like tender sprouts breaking through the soil in early spring, a trace of joy began to sprout.

But the next second, she was startled by her own emotions.

What...

Joy?

What was she inexplicably happy about?

Had she been waiting deep inside all day for Mo Shaoshang to return?

The thought was abrupt and bizarre, exploding in Wen Yinong's mind like a thunderclap.

She quickly shook her head, pushing those thoughts away, telling herself it must be because she was too tired today, imagining things.

Calming herself, Wen Yinong took a deep breath, closed Ari's bedroom door behind her, and returned to her own room.

A scented candle burned on the desk, its fragrance light and pleasant.

Wen Yinong stood for a while until her emotions fully settled, then neatly organized the teaching materials and aids used during the lesson, storing them in the cabinet next to the desk.

After that, she took out a set of clean pajamas, ready to take a bath.

But just as her hand touched the bathroom door handle, a knock came from outside the door.

"Thump, thump."

Wen Yinong paused, puzzled. Who could it be at this hour?

She raised her voice slightly and asked, "Who is it?"

No answer from outside. Silence.

Wen Yinong waited a bit longer, but still there was no sound. Unable to do anything else, she went to open the door.

Only a few wall lights were on in the third-floor corridor, casting dim yellow light that outlined the boundaries of light and shadow. A figure stood in that hazy light, tall and striking, cold and somber, as if condensed out of the darkness.

It was Mo Shaoshang.

The cool autumn air, mixed with his cold cedar scent, wafted over.

Wen Yinong's breath caught involuntarily.

Silence stretched between them, the air seeming to thicken.

After a moment, Wen Yinong was the first to break the silence. She cleared her throat and tried to make her voice sound natural and steady, asking, "You... what do you need?"

Mo Shaoshang didn't speak, but reached out and handed her something.

Wen Yinong looked down.

It was a rectangular gift box. The box was deep navy velvet, with a silver silk ribbon wrapped around it, tied into an elegant bow, glowing softly in the dim light.

Wen Yinong was puzzled, tilting her head and asking, "What is this?"

Mo Shaoshang replied, "A custom dress I had made for you."

"A dress?" Wen Yinong was even more confused, her bright eyes widening, "Why are you giving me a dress again?"

Her tone revealed genuine innocence and naïveté. Mo Shaoshang watched her face, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses, the color of his eyes gradually deepened.

It was that look again.

Clean, pure white, like soft clouds bathed in light.

After he kissed her last night, she had fled in panic, leaving him alone in the studio.

It was too dark, so Mo Shaoshang turned on the light.

The light cascades down, illuminating the canvas on the easel, white as snow. In the background is a sea with churning dark clouds. At the center of the picture, a pure and enchanting siren, completely naked, her slender back exposed, is half-submerged in the sea, turning her head to smile, her gaze innocent and seductive.

Luring sailors to fall into this vast deep ocean.

Suffocation, downfall, death.

Becoming her devoted and eternal prisoner.

It was this very gaze that made him fantasize countless times about kissing her.

When he turned fantasy into reality, new desires sprouted.

Should he tell her?

All last night, in his dreams, he tore her clothes, pinned her down and kissed her, and took her countless times.

"There is an auction tomorrow evening." Mo Shaoshang said calmly, his gaze serene, "I'd like to invite Teacher Wen to join me."