Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

She didn’t expect that his house in Los Angeles was near one of the city’s most prominent landmarks.

They entered the door, and from the purely masculine-style facilities, she could tell that he used to live alone there for long.

It was already late. Mo Jingshen told her where the bedroom, bathroom, and study were before he picked out the ingredients he would use tonight from the shopping bag and methodically put the rest into the refrigerator. Then he washed a peach and handed it to Ji Nuan, who had just finished walking around his home. “I don’t have any of your clothes here. Get a shirt in the closet after you shower.”

Ji Nuan took the peach and nibbled. With her mouth full of peach, she nodded, smiling. “Okay, may I help you?”

“No, just wait for the meal.”

“All right.”

Ji Nuan walked around his house again and went to the kitchen to throw the peach pit, only to see that Mo Jingshen, with his sleeves rolled up, was cleaning the ingredients by the sink. His figure was so tall and slender. She pursed her lips, threw away the peach pit, and crept over to hug him from the back when he suddenly asked mildly, “Do you like it here or Hai City more?”

Ji Nuan paused, chuckled, hugged him, and pressed her face against his back. “Do you have eyes in the back of your head?”

Mo Jingshen didn’t look back, letting her hug him, and he continued to wash the ingredients.

“I like any place as long as you’re around, but relatively speaking, I am used to living in Hai City, and I also have a lot of work to deal with in my studio. If I can go back to Hai City earlier, I’ll definitely choose to go back earlier.”

“Shine Group will hold a New Year dinner for its Chinese partner four days later, after which we’ll go back.”

“So soon?”

“My wounds have almost recovered, and we don’t need to stay here too long.”

Ji Nuan rubbed her face against Mo Jingshen’s back. “You don’t have to worry about me. You also have a lot of work to tend to in America. Mo Corporation’s operation is on track. If Dad insisted that you should take over Shine, you’d have to come to the states sooner or later. I can’t keep you in Hai City for the rest of your life.”

“I don’t mind being kept at any place by you.” He dried his hands and, turning, patted her on the head. “Stand aside, I’m going to start chopping vegetables.”

Then he began to cut up the vegetables.

Even though he was just chopping, he looked so handsome and attractive that she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

Looking at his profile and watching his movement, Ji Nuan pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment.

She did like Hai City.

But she didn’t forget Mo Jingshen belonged to Shine, no matter if it was in the previous life or this life.

Although it didn’t make much difference for him to take over Shine a few years earlier or later, many things had changed dramatically in this life. She was thinking, wasn’t she being selfish to change his original life track because of the life she wanted.

Thinking that Ji Nuan was pondering whether she should stay in the US or go back to Hai City, Mo Jingshen continued to chop the vegetables, saying to her gently, “Wash your hand. Turn on the TV if you’re bored.”

There really didn’t seem to be anything she could do. Although she could cook, she could not lend a hand when he cooked.

She washed her hands, turned on the TV, changed several channels in boredom, finally found a music station to listen to songs, and then went to set the table.

Mo Jingshen said that he was in a hurry tonight, so he only made a few dishes, but he still made a lot of her favorite dishes. After dinner, it was nine o ‘clock in the evening.

She walked around the room twice and then made a cup of milk with the maternity milk powder he bought for her, drinking and saying, “It’s said that maternity milk powder makes people fat. Are you trying to turn me into a ball in the first few months of my pregnancy?”

Mo Jingshen smiled and got her a new shirt. “I’m going to have a video meeting. Take a shower and go to bed early if you’re tired.’

When Ji Nuan came out from the shower, Mo Jingshen was still in his study, and it sounded as if he was still in a meeting, dealing with some emergency of the Mo Corporation.

Listening outside the study for a while, Ji Nuan quietly turned back to the bedroom and didn’t go in to disturb him.

Not until late at night did he come out of his study and went to the bedroom, which was very quiet. Ji Nuan, in a white men’s shirt, was fast asleep with the phone still in her hand. He took the phone from her hand, glanced at the screen, and knew that she was texting Xia Tian before she fell asleep.

As for the contents of the text messages, in addition to asking Xia Tian who she was dating, she also asked her three times in a row if she had ever been with that scum who hit her last time. Different from men’s concise style, women’s chats were all about sweetness and shyness.

Suddenly being hugged in her dream, Ji Nuan opened her eyes, and when she saw it was Mo Jingshen, she went into his arms. His deep voice pressed against her ears. “What were you dreaming of?”

She smiled in his arms, saying hoarsely. “I was dreaming of my previous life. I was lying motionless in a prison, and then you suddenly showed up…”

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Mo Jingshen took the phone out of her hand and threw it on the bedside table. He looked down at the woman who was half awake and thought she was still in a dream and gazed at her fair-skinned face with his unfathomable eyes.

Ji Nuan suddenly woke up. Realizing what she had said, she shrank into his arms, avoided his questioning eyes, and said in a muffled voice, “When I was a student in T City, I would find some novels to read if I couldn’t sleep at night. Perhaps because I read too many novels set in previous lives or reincarnation, sometimes I would dream about all this stuff. I also dreamed that you and I were gods, or that you were an emperor and I was a concubine and I was bullied by you every day… it’s the first time I dreamed of prison… maybe my mind was poisoned by those ridiculous novels…”

She vaguely explained, then buried her head in his arms and pretended to fall asleep again. It was just a dream, and he wouldn’t take it seriously.

Mo Jingshen’s warm breath brushed through her hair and neck. An itched developed in the tip of her heart, and now she really couldn’t fall asleep.

A moment later, she heard his low voice in her ear. “What was I like in your dream?”

Did he find her pretending to be asleep?

Did her explanation sounded too suspicious, or was her body too tense when she pretended to be asleep? She didn’t move at all. How did he realize that she didn’t fall asleep?