Chapter 65: Reason

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to freeze, the atmosphere becoming unusually ambiguous yet alluring.

Luo Jiaojiao’s heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions. She was moved by Leng Mohan’s charm, yet she struggled to maintain her composure and rationality.

Leng Mohan walked up to Luo Jiaojiao, the gauze on his hand already soaked through. Seeing this, Luo Jiaojiao quickly grabbed his hand to examine it, attempting to divert his attention.

However, Leng Mohan’s expression grew even darker, as if she had only noticed his injured hand and ignored something far more important.

At that moment, Luo Jiaojiao’s slender and beautiful neck was within arm’s reach, like a fine painting slowly unfolding before Leng Mohan’s eyes.

Her skin was delicate and smooth, seemingly flawless, causing Leng Mohan to feel a surge of desire.

He slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch her neck, to feel if it was as soft as he imagined.

Just as Leng Mohan was about to reach his goal, a woman’s clear and melodious voice suddenly rang out, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly sobering him.

“Is Zhou Lin really the nephew of that Captain Zhou?” she asked.

Leng Mohan looked at her helplessly, his heart filled with frustration. Mentioning Zhou Lin at this moment was like stirring up a hornet’s nest. He could only perfunctorily reply, “Mm.”

Luo Jiaojiao seemed to sense his displeasure. She hesitated for a long time before mustering the courage to continue, “Then… will tonight’s incident cause you trouble? I’m worried he’ll make things difficult for you.”

Her eyes were filled with worry and concern, as if reminding him that Zhou Lin was not someone to be trifled with, especially with Captain Zhou backing him.

“I’ll handle it, you don’t have to worry!” Leng Mohan’s voice held a hint of impatience. Looking at the woman before him, her persistent questioning intensified his frustration.

Without hesitation, he reached out, lifted Luo Jiaojiao, and placed her on the bed, then his strong body pressed down on her.

Luo Jiaojiao’s world turned upside down in an instant. Her body felt pulled by an invisible force, violently thrown onto the soft bed. The impact left her breathless, her thoughts as chaotic as a stirred lake.

At that moment, Leng Mohan’s breath, like a cold north wind, invaded her senses. The breath carried a unique masculine charm, yet with a hint of undetectable coldness.

Luo Jiaojiao instinctively tried to evade him, pushing him away, but her hand inadvertently touched Leng Mohan’s solid chest.

It was a rock-hard muscle, the slightly cool touch causing her heart to race. An electric shock-like sensation traveled from her fingertips, causing her to involuntarily retract her hand.

In that instant, she felt a surge of panic and embarrassment, as if she had done something wrong.

Luo Jiaojiao lay there, her body stiff as a rock. She didn’t know how to deal with this sudden situation, so she tried to remain calm, hoping it would all be over soon.

However, the inner turmoil prevented her from truly calming down. Her heart continued to beat rapidly and forcefully, reminding her that it was all real, not a dream.

Luo Jiaojiao was originally an easygoing woman, her needs simple and pure. As long as her basic needs for food, drink, and sleep were met, she felt content and happy.

Since she had decided that Leng Mohan was a trustworthy person, the weight on her heart had finally been lifted, and she exuded an unprecedented vitality.

With a good foundation to begin with, after two days of rest and recuperation, Luo Jiaojiao became even more vibrant and graceful, as if radiating light from within.

Zhou Lin’s teasing and the praise from others were not unfounded, but stemmed from the unique charm she exuded.

Luo Jiaojiao had briefly worried about Leng Mohan’s possible sexual interest in her.

She had originally planned to observe for a while longer, to see how things would develop. However, unexpectedly, in just one day, her thoughts had undergone a drastic change.

“I haven’t washed my clothes yet,” Luo Jiaojiao’s gaze shifted to Leng Mohan, her voice softly stating the fact. Leng Mohan looked up, his lips twitching slightly, as if pondering why she was still fixated on those few garments at this moment.

After a brief silence, Leng Mohan softly replied, “I’ll wash them tomorrow.” Having said that, he buried himself back in his work.

“Leng Dage, please be a little gentler, it hurts,” Luo Jiaojiao gently pushed away the enthusiastic man on top of her; his kisses fell on her skin like burning flames.

Her voice revealed a coquettish reproach, mixed with an indescribable helplessness. At this moment, her body gradually softened, her desires ignited by Leng Mohan’s passionate actions.

Reason told her that things couldn’t progress too quickly. She tried to push Leng Mohan away again, wanting to maintain some distance, but he held her tightly in his arms, as if wanting to merge her into his body.

In this atmosphere filled with passion, Luo Jiaojiao’s mood became extraordinarily complex. She knew there was a deep emotional bond between her and Leng Mohan, and she sincerely hoped to become his wife.

Therefore, although she felt some hesitation and unease, she ultimately decided to follow Leng Mohan’s wishes. She didn’t want to disappoint him, nor did she want to damage their relationship.

However, when Luo Jiaojiao woke up, she felt unusually uncomfortable.

In contrast, the man beside her slept soundly, one arm gently around her waist.

Luo Jiaojiao shifted slightly, suddenly realizing that she and Leng Mohan were completely naked under the covers. Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and her heart beat faster.

Although she felt somewhat embarrassed and shy, Luo Jiaojiao also understood that this was part of their relationship. She decided to put aside her shyness and honestly face her feelings. She knew that only through mutual sincerity could their relationship deepen.

Luo Jiaojiao looked at him, her heart filled with complex emotions. This man, strong and powerful, his every move made her heart race.

However, the ferocity in his brows also made her afraid. He was a contradictory mixture, both attractive and frightening.

Everything that had happened last night felt like a dream. His figure lingered in her mind, every touch causing her both pain and pleasure. She wanted to escape, yet she was bound by his strength, unable to break free.