Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

To Auntie Chen’s surprise, after she went to the supermarket to buy all kinds of food in the afternoon, Mo Jingshen let her go.

Auntie Chen asked who would make dinner, but Mo Jingshen said he would make it.

Auntie Chen left with a look of disbelief. When she was working in the Yu Garden, she had never seen Mr. Mo enter the kitchen, but when she saw Mr. Mo washing dishes, she felt as if he often cooked.

No one would expect that the proud and aloof Mo Jingshen, who even seemed to be otherworldly, would cook Ji Nuan dinner.

But when she looked at Ji Nuan…

Ji Nuan was playing in her bedroom with an iPad she bought at the mall today. They will be common a few years later, but this year it was just beginning to catch on. She watched movies on her iPad in bed, as if everything had nothing to do with her, except eating and sleeping, like a sheer ingrate.

But Mr. Mo was so tolerant of this little ingrate and just wanted her to be happy.

Auntie Chen quietly looked at Ji Nuan, who lay face down on the bed and remembered the months after Ji Nuan and Mr. Mo came back from the United States three years ago. Mr. Mo did not go home every day, but Ji Nuan waited for him to come back. On an ordinary holiday, Ji Nuan thought Mr. Mo would be back to the Yu Garden, so she had specially made a lot of dishes for Mr. Mo, but that night Mr. Mo still didn’t come back and didn’t even answer her phone. In the end, the food got cold and Ji Nuan quietly sat on the table and ate the cold food alone. Seeing her like that, Auntie Chen didn’t even dare to persuade her and felt sorry for Ji Nuan.

With this in mind, Auntie Chen no longer felt it was unfair for Mr. Mo. She smiled.

It was a fresh experience to occasionally see Mr. Mo, who was always cold and aloof, compromised bit by bit for Ji Nuan.

After Auntie Chen left, Ji Nuan was still playing with the iPad on the bed. The room was quiet, except for the sound of the movie. What she saw was a very ordinary film that had just been released for a short time. However, in recent years, there were not many good films in China, which were all made by some old directors and were full of stupid jokes. She didn’t bother to look for good Hollywood films, so she just randomly picked one and watched it for a while.

The actors acted badly.

Auntie Chen had been gone for a while before Ji Nuan turned off her iPad, threw it aside, got up, and walked out. Then she heard a noise in the kitchen. She stopped to think and went into the kitchen.

The man in the shirt and trousers was standing beside the cupboard. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up to reveal the firm, well-placed forearms. She leaned against the kitchen’s door and watched with a mist in her eyes as the man carefully prepared each dish, washing and cutting the ingredients.

How time flew. She had never thought of ever having another day like this for three years.

“Why don’t you keep watching your movies?” The man was chopping and did not look back, but the remark was addressed to her

Ji Nuan still leaned against the kitchen’s door. “Before Auntie Chen left, she stared at me for a long time at the door of the bedroom. I guess she thought I went too far to have you cook dinner for me without even giving you a helping hand.”

Mo Jingshen’s hands didn’t stop. “Just watch your movie, and I’ll call you when the dinner is ready.”

Ji Nuan thought of the movie that was almost the most boring movie she had ever seen. She might as well stand here and watch Mo Jingshen chop vegetables.

Aware of her, Mo Jingshen turned on the faucet, washed his hands, and slowly wiped them. “Do you really want to help me?”

Ji Nuan did not reply.

She didn’t want to help him. Being locked up here for days, she was still angry. Standing in the same apartment with him was already infuriating, and she had no real intention of going into the kitchen. After all, the kitchen was still a relatively small space no matter how big it was, and she certainly wouldn’t go in to be so close to him.

But Auntie Chen bought too many ingredients, probably planning to make an abundant meal at night, but now Mo Jingshen was making the dinner. If she didn’t help, she didn’t know when she could have dinner.

She glanced at the ingredients piled on the cupboard and walked over.

Ji Nuan was going to say that she would do nothing else but help him with some spices and the like oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, cooking wine, sugar, vinegar, and soy sauce, which were ingredients for making sweet-and-sour fish…

She just walked over within an arm’s length away from him, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Before Ji Nuan had the time to make a sound, she was yanked hard and staggered to his direction.

She tried to steady herself, but the man started kissing her.

Ji Nuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly backed up and pushed him hard on the shoulder, but the man put his arm around her waist and pulled her back. Soon, he pressed her against the kitchen counter.

“Umm…” Ji Nuan instantly widened her eyes and struggled to move back but was still firmly held by the man.

This was not a very hot kiss, but their lips stuck together, and the kiss was tender and intoxicating, but because she struggled hard, the very gentle man pried open her lips and teeth with his tongue, intruding into her mouth and kissing her as hard as he could.

He intruded her gently and forcefully. She struggled, resisting, but he still clung to her and embraced her.

It was not until Ji Nuan bit him savagely that he stopped, looking down at her, who was flushed and breathless.

“Just make the dinner. What are you doing… Ah…”

Before she had finished speaking, a short, low cry followed, and Ji Nuan’s body was suddenly picked up by him!

Instead of picking her up by the waist or embracing her, he lifted her off the floor as if she were a child, and in a moment, she had gone from leaning to sitting on the kitchen counter.

She stared at the man in front of her, wide-eyed and scared. “What are you doing… umm.”

He kissed her again. He was so tall and long-legged that he wouldn’t be affected at all although she was sitting on a higher place. This time, she wasn’t forced to look up at him but was kissed at eye level by the man.

She sat on the kitchen counter, not far from the unfired stove. On the other side, it was the refrigerator, with bowls, chopsticks, and dishes behind her. She didn’t dare to move. Taking advantage of this chance, the man’s lips kept lingering on hers.

Then, the man gave her room to breathe, letting go of her lips. He put his forehead against hers, and his dark, unfathomable eyes sparkled with an ink-like light.