Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Indeed, laying directly on the bed with sheets over her would be much better than this. She was dressed in that nightgown with various marks from last night littered over her. This was basically challenging the small amount of restraint he had after seeing that she was ill.

Mo Jingshen handed the thermometer to her and turned to walk away, saying: “Check your temperature again. If there isn’t a fever anymore, you don’t have to take more medicine.”

Ji Nuan received it. After using it, she answered: “37 degrees.”

The man made an ‘en’ sound and did not say more. He did not even look at her again.

At the same time, his phone rang. Ji Nuan took the opportunity while the man stood by the window to answer his call and clambered off the bed. She picked up her own phone and returned to the bed with it. She could hear the man’s mild tone as he lightly replied to a few matters; it was likely a call from America’s side and seemed to be related to Los Angeles.

This led her to recall; MN Group had shifted its headquarters to the country. She only needed to take occasional visits to London. However, Shine Group’s headquarters was still located in America. Hai City was but a branch company. Although Mo Jingshen’s visit to the country this time was quite long, eventually, he would still have to return to Los Angeles, wouldn’t he?

Previously, he had only carelessly mentioned it to Mr. Vinse. After all, a company like Shine Group had a firm foundation in America and could not easily shift its headquarters the way MN Group did. America was Shine Group’s true foundation. No matter what, he could not linger in Hai City for too long.

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The sky had darkened. Ji Nuan laid on the bed but could not fall asleep. There was only a single, large bed in her room yet Mo Jingshen showed no intention of leaving.

Last night, he had also slept on this bed. Could it be that he intended to do the same tonight?

Ji Nuan glanced at her phone. Occasionally, she would look toward the bathroom to hear the sound of water flowing. The man was taking a shower inside. When the bathroom door finally opened, she shifted her eyes away and continued scrolling through her phone.

He did not even ask. Moments up after showering, he moved onto the bed.

His movements were natural, as though the two had never even divorced.

The instant the bed shifted with his movements, Ji Nuan glanced at the time. She pursed her lips and said: “I’m hungry.”

The man did not pause in his movements as he lifted the sheets. He moved closer to her side and saw that the little woman was clearly looking for trouble. He did not expose her: “What do you feel like eating?”

Earlier, Ji Nuan had only eaten some porridge. Those types of food tended to digest quickly. It was already past ten in the evening. It wasn’t unreasonable for her to be hungry.

“Noodles.” Ji Nuan lowered her eyes onto her phone once more; she did not look at him: “Since I can only eat things that are light in flavour, noodles is probably the only thing I can keep down.”

The man reached for his own phone: “I’ll call someone to visit a nearby restaurant to buy some.”

“I don’t want the ones made outside.”

“Then where do you want it from? The hotel?”

“I want to eat your cooking.”

The man was quiet for a moment. Ji Nuan paused. She turned to see that his eyes were lowered and fixed on her.

She quickly glanced away, shifting her gaze back into the movie she was playing on her phone. She spoke lightly: “No? Then forget it.”

“If this was Sheng Tang Hotel, it would be easy for me to ask them to empty out the kitchen for me to cook. The hotel we are in right now was chosen by you. I’m not sure that their kitchen could be freed up for my use.” It seemed like Mo Jingshen did not intend to reject her. His tone was patient and carried a few hints of coaxing. Even if she was intentionally making things difficult for him or forcing him away, he did not mind.

“Oh, then I won’t eat.” Ji Nuan’s tone remained light, and her gaze stayed on her phone: “I was only speaking carelessly. It’s already late. It isn’t good to eat at this time.”

She was playing a new movie from a famous director. The opening scene was a violent brawl. After watching for a moment, Ji Nuan felt disoriented and switched to a different movie.

The man spoke up by her side once more: “Do you really want to eat my cooking?”

She did not even lift her eyes: “En. I don’t have much appetite. The food outside is too oily. Even if the flavour is good, I doubt I’ll be used to it.”

The man did not say more, but Ji Nuan felt him lifting the sheets and moving off the bed.

As she sat alone on the bed, her gaze finally shifted toward the man’s back view. He had left to change his clothes; could it be that he was really going to cook for her?

In actuality, she was only looking for an excuse; she did not want him sleeping on her bed.

But it was true that she was getting hungry.

There was no way Mo Jingshen did not know that she was intentionally making things difficult for him, and intentionally avoiding him. However, the man had already changed into a brand new set of clothes. Ji Nuan quickly lowered her head back onto her movie, but her heart was filled with suspicion. This hotel wasn’t as large as Sheng Tang Hotel and it wasn’t a hotel Shine Group had invested in. It shouldn’t be easy to request for them to free their kitchen up for his use.

Although she thought that way, the man left the room soon after. The room was silent with only the soft noises from the movie she was playing reverberating.

Ji Nuan felt like an immature child. Even the way she vented was unbelievably immature. However, she could not restrain herself.

She suspected that Mo Jingshen wouldn’t be back anytime soon. She placed her phone down and got off the bed, searching through her luggage for her skincare products. She carefully rubbed some on her exposed skin, using slightly more force on those reddish, purple marks. She hoped that these marks would quickly fade. She couldn’t keep wearing long sleeve and high neck clothes at the start of autumn. Hai City had yet to become as cold as Jing City. It was even slightly warm right now. Hiding away from people wasn’t an option either.

After a while, her skin reddened. She knitted her brows and returned to the bed. Her skin was really easily bruised. No wonder the man had seemed like he was under a spell last night; torturing her body over and over.

Ji Nuan’s expression was poor as she snuggled under the sheets. No matter if Mo Jingshen had left to buy her noodles, or to cook her noodles, she decided to just lift her phone and enjoy her movie. It was better than allowing other thoughts to frustrate her.

Abruptly, her phone vibrated. Ji Nuan paused and closed the movie to open WeChat. She saw that Mo Jingshen had sent her a message: [What flavour do you want?]

Ji Nuan replied: [Are there seafood ingredients? Seafood noodles sound good.]

The longer it took him to cook, the better.

The man sent a voice message over; his voice was low, heavy, soothing, and patient: “You just had a fever. You’re not allowed to have seafood. Pick something else.”

Ji Nuan typed expressionlessly: [Oh, then anything will do.]