Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The very moment their eyes met, Ji Nuan gazed at him and pointed to the water in the bowl.

Mo Jingshen’s senses seemed to come back to him slowly. He smelled a long-lost aroma from Ji Nuan’s body. It was like the cold fragrance after taking a bath in the early morning, refreshing and sweet, with the calming smell of the dawn of Hai City and the fragrance of the Rumdul flower that was unique to this place.

The people outside were staring at them. Ji Nuan didn’t say anything but gave him a sign to drink the water.

Mo Jingshen didn’t move, nor take the bowl of water. He cast a cold look at Ji Nuan who couldn’t help shuddering.

Even though Ji Nuan knew that he could not show any affection or kindness to her at such a time, she was frozen by his cold stare again.

She tried to feed him, but he slowly closed his eyes again, refusing her water and refusing to meet her eyes again.

Sitting on his lap, Ji Nuan anxiously patted him on the shoulder hard again.

Damn it, why did she pretend to be mute?! She couldn’t speak now! What was she to do?

He didn’t even move his eyebrows but just sat in silence, not saying a word or opening his eyes. Just like treating anyone else here, he remained cold and unapproachable.

Ji Nuan’s hands were injured, so she couldn’t pinch him. She could only keep patting his shoulder until Mo Jingshen frowned because she kept harassing him. He opened his eyes only to see Ji Nuan waved her injured hand in front of his eyes.

Mo Jingshen, you fool, I am also trapped here. I tortured myself into this just to be alive. Your life is so important. You can’t die.

Ji Nuan couldn’t speak but could only look at him, stare at him.

Mo Jingshen saw the white cloth wrapped around her hand and the burn marks on the unbandaged part of her hand. The punctured blisters were infected with the ashes of plants and herbs that were of little use to them and, just after a night, the skin was red, swollen, and festered. Obviously, her hands were severely injured.

Mo Jingshen’s eyes slowly turned away from her hands. Ji Nuan looked at him with tears in her eyes and silently begged him to drink some water with her imploring eyes.

However, he just glanced at her before he closed his eyes again, remaining cold to her.

Seeing that she went in for so long but couldn’t even feed him a mouthful of water, Dali stood in front of the door, staring at her with sharp eyes and already holding the gun at his waist.

It’s really unnecessary to keep such trash!

Out of the corner of her eye, Ji Nuan saw Dali touch the gun, and her heart immediately pounded hard. She looked at the pale lips of Mo Jingshen, suddenly took the bowl to drink a mouthful of water and bent over. Before the man had realized what she was about to do, she pressed her lips against his closed ones and sent water into his mouth.

Mo Jingshen frowned at her sudden movements and opened his eyes suddenly. His dark eyes were close to her eyes, which were still clear. She stuck her tongue into his mouth, opened his clenched teeth with her tongue and licked his as if flirting with or punishing him in a way that Dali and the people at the window couldn’t see.

His eyes immediately darkened, and he stared at her.

Ji Nuan drew back quickly, looking as if she had fed him in this way only because she was desperate to stay alive. She lowered her head, took another sip of water, threw herself on him again, and sent the water into his mouth.

This time he didn’t force his mouth shut again. When her tongue reached in, seemingly unconsciously, he felt the softness between her lips and sucked it quietly. Ji Nuan shuddered and stared at him. Their eyes met, knowing what was in each other’s mind.

Even if Ji Nuan understood why he remained so cold to her, there was still a moment when her heart swelled with bitterness.

It would look strange if she kept feeding him water with her mouth. Suddenly, the man’s eyes turned cold. Just as Dali came through the door to get a closer look, he gave her a mercilessly hard push, pushing her out of his arms so hard that she fell back on the ground.

Ji Nuan reacted very quickly. She looked at Dali with a frightened look on her face as he approached with cold squinting eyes, and then hastily picked up the bowl on the ground, stood up in panic and silently pointed to the water stains on the corner of Mo Jingshen’s mouth, which meant that she had finished her task and begged Dali not to kill her.

Dali gave her a cold look and slightly turned his head to signal her to go out.

Ji Nuan hurriedly nodded her head, turned, and ran out. Dali did not miss a single expression of hers until she was out and then turned his eyes toward Mo Jingshen.

“Mr. Control, you are really a man of great perseverance, but you won’t die if we don’t want you to. When you do pass out, we’ll pour something into your mouth, just like what that mute woman did to you just now. I can see that you actually enjoy it this way. How about having her feed you this way for the next meal?”

Mo Jingshen gave him a cold smile. The water stain on his lips had gone dry, and his lips were still parched and pale but remained masculine and attractive. He looked indifferently into Dali’s smug eyes.

“Even if I don’t starve to death, you guys will disgust me to death.” He said in English, coldly, with disgust.

Dali raised his eyebrows. “Disgusted? Although that woman is mute, she is good looking. Why did you say she was disgusting? We are all waiting to sleep with her. Mr. Control, you don’t like Asian beauties? Then maybe we should catch some Western beauties to please you, but these days, just bear with her and let this Asian woman bring you food.”

His eyes grew colder. “Get out.”

Dali snorted. “It’s been four days. How much longer do you think you can hold out?”

Without lifting his eyelids, Mo Jingshen said indifferently, “Don’t let that disgusting woman in again.”

“Oh? You hate women so much?” Dali smiled grimly. “Unfortunately, from now on, the task of delivering food and water to you will be left to that woman. If you still don’t eat or drink, I will shoot her because she is a useless waste.”

With that, Dali played with the gun in his hand, twirling it around his fingertips, and then looking at Mo Jingshen’s face with a cold smile.