Like a sudden storm, the assault was so swift that she quickly opened her mouth.

Her back was leaning against the mirror uncomfortably. Jiang Mocheng noticed her distraction but was unwilling to let her go. She could only dodge his attack in a disorganized manner, pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

Annoyed, she twisted him forcefully, but in the next second, he embraced her with one arm and walked inside. Although his movements were smooth, they were inevitably distracting.

She seized the opportunity, propped her hand against his chest, and said breathlessly, “Aren’t you annoying!”

She had said it several times already.

Who knows how many days it takes for the hotel mirrors to be cleaned!

Jiang Mocheng paused, realizing what he had just done.

He couldn’t believe it.

Before he realized it, it had become normal and reasonable for him to want to stick to her all the time. But now that he knew who she was, why did he still act this way upon seeing her?

Jiang Mocheng’s body stiffened, as if he had been scalded, and he let go of the hand that was around her waist. His body and consciousness seemed to be out of sync, leaving him at a loss.

But in the next second, he immediately embraced her tighter, seemingly with some anger.

The two had enough tacit understanding. She also took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck. His body recognized only her.

When he came to his senses, he had already picked her up and changed direction while walking towards the bed.

When Bai Ying fell into the soft sofa, she realized what was happening and burst into laughter, looking at him with satisfaction.

See, this man was still okay. Some things he remembered after being told just once.

Jiang Mocheng looked down at her from above, almost completely enveloping her.

Her laughter, the look in her eyes when she laughed, made him even more furious. This anger, he didn’t know if it was because of her or himself.

He covered her mouth with his hand, suppressing some uncontrollable emotion and said hoarsely, “Don’t laugh.”

His hand was large, covering half of her face, revealing only her moist eyes smiling at him.

She didn’t know what was happening.

She thought he was just playing with her.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Bai Ying, looking at Jiang Mocheng’s tense jaw, felt as if a feather was lightly brushing over her heart, tickling her.

Before meeting the person who truly suits one’s heart, there is always a misunderstanding of one’s own aesthetics.

She used to like men like Ye Heng, who were gentle and refined. But sometimes, when she walked with Ye Heng on the school playground, she always felt something was missing.

Shen Jin was also very good; he was once what she considered the most solid and safest haven in the world.

However, Shen Jin was like an island shrouded in thick fog.

She couldn’t see clearly.

Not knowing the full picture of the island, of course, she dared not take the risk to land on it.

Bai Ying couldn’t help but reach out again to hang on his neck, pulling him over, their noses touching.

Her eyes were bright as she looked at him, full of undisguised affection and laughter.

She also didn’t know how much Jiang Mocheng wanted to exert force. He could easily break her fragile self.

His hand tightened, yet he restrained himself.

His brain was giving orders, in disgust.

But his body refused to accept them, protecting her.

Between them was his injured hand. Bai Ying didn’t speak, contentedly watching the man she had carefully chosen, from his furrowed brows to his deep eyes, to his tall nose. She smiled slightly, effortlessly pulling down his hand.

Jiang Mocheng seemed to be captivated by her gaze, allowing her to manipulate him.

“What’s wrong?”

Her lips touched his, speaking with her breath, lightly pecking him, “Why are you scaring me like this?”

She didn’t dislike it, nor was she dissatisfied. She always felt that his restrained and controlled demeanor made him look more handsome than usual.

Jiang Mocheng didn’t want to be controlled by her anymore, didn’t want to meet her gaze, so he simply bowed his head, took control, and didn’t give her a chance to speak. His hand, fearing she might bump into something, held her firmly.

The soundproofing of the room was excellent. With the doors and windows closed, the outside rain was shut out, and it was so quiet that only the sounds made when lips and teeth met could be heard.

…

Of course, they didn’t go all the way to the last step.

But this time, it wasn’t the dazed Bai Ying who called a halt, but Jiang Mocheng.

He was panting, his hands propped on her sides, looking at her flushed cheeks.

He turned over, sat back on the sofa, very much loathing himself as he looked up, tugging at his tie, his anger dissipating.

Was his willpower really that weak?

Bai Ying came to her senses, her legs draped over his thighs, not bothering with the untied straps.

She was also calming her breathing.

Jiang Mocheng looked down.

He clenched his teeth, stood up, glanced at her, restrained the urge to embrace her, and said in frustration, “I’m going to the restroom.”

As soon as he spoke, his voice was lazy and hoarse, with a hint of magnetism, as if satisfied, yet also annoyed and dissatisfied with the abrupt stop.

After speaking, he stared at her exposed white skin.

Today, a heavy rain had fallen in Ning City, and the temperature had dropped a few degrees. She wasn’t afraid of catching a cold, but he was suddenly irritable, took off his suit, and threw it over her.

Bai Ying hadn’t recovered yet, and suddenly, everything went dark before her eyes, and all she could smell was his scent. Only then did she realize he had thrown his clothes over, covering her face!

Jiang Mocheng entered the restroom, turned on the faucet, and bent over to douse the heat and irritation with ice-cold water. He frowned and looked up, wishing he could punch the mirror and the embarrassed reflection of himself.

From outside came Bai Ying’s annoyed voice: “Your suit is all smoky!”

Bai Ying was about to explode with anger. After putting on her bathrobe, she threw his suit on the floor, still not relieved, ran to the door, and scolded him, “I just took a bath…”

She raised her hand, sniffed her nose, and with a look of disgust said, “It’s got your smoke smell on it, did you do that on purpose?”

Jiang Mocheng didn’t even care that the water from the faucet was still washing over his hands.

He looked at her in the mirror, silent, not saying a word.

After Bai Ying had cursed him a few times, her anger subsided, and she changed the subject, asking, “What happened to you, did you get into a fight?”

Jiang Mocheng seemed not to feel the pain, looked down at the scars on the back of his hand, and tugged at the corner of his lips.

He should have questioned her, pressed her for answers, but his throat felt as if it was being strangled, and he couldn’t utter a word because he didn’t know what kind of outcome he wanted.

For the first time in his life, he couldn’t accurately predict the direction of events.

What did he want? He didn’t know, so he watched and waited, so he held his position, so… he couldn’t move.

He could only casually “hmm” in response.

Bai Ying gave him a look, “How old are you, still getting into fights.”

She said this, but in reality, she pulled him out of the restroom, wiped the water droplets from his hand with a tissue. She took a cotton swab from the medicine box, soaked it in iodine and pulled his palm over.

Carefully wiping the wound, looking up at him to observe his reaction while she did so.

Seeing that he didn’t even frown, she chuckled, “You’re quite tolerant to pain.”

“Why did you fight?”

She asked curiously.

Jiang Mocheng looked at her and said solemnly, “Because she lied to me.”

She lied to him, and he still came back in the rain, but after returning, he couldn’t utter a single word.

“Someone from business?”

She asked.

Jiang Mocheng murmured a low acknowledgment, seemingly in agreement.

Bai Ying guessed that his trip to Jincheng today hadn’t gone well, but she didn’t expect him to get physical with someone.

She advised, “Do you think doing business is easy? I’ve heard from others that a lot of business is about deceiving each other. Don’t get physical next time, look at your hand… it’s so distressing.”

Looking at him, she thought he wasn’t cut out for business.

Getting into a fight over such a trivial matter…

He was indeed young and impetuous.

She wanted to persuade him to stop bothering, it would be better to find a regular job and at least not lose all the savings his parents had accumulated. But she swallowed the words before they came out.

For a relationship like theirs, which wouldn’t last long before parting ways, the last thing to do was to meddle in each other’s lives without knowing the boundaries.

She was still applying medicine to him, and just as she finished speaking, he suddenly tightened his grip, tearing the wound and causing a few beads of blood to emerge.

“Who said that.”

He asked.

“What?”

“Who is ‘others’.”

He stared at her, asking word by word, “Who said that.”

Bai Ying was stunned, “What do you mean ‘who said that.'”

She was somewhat helpless, “I forgot.”

In fact, for a moment, she suspected that he knew her true identity, but then she thought that if he knew about her past relationship with Shen Jin, he wouldn’t be so calm.

He wouldn’t be jealous, he would be scared out of his wits—after all, he used to be a bodyguard at the Shen residence, and even if he hadn’t heard about Shen Jin’s character, he should have guessed from the grandeur.

However, it didn’t matter. Even if he didn’t know now, he would find out soon enough. It was only a matter of time.

Thinking of how he would be scared and panic-stricken when the time came, she pursed her lips, suddenly lost interest, and decisively retracted the newfound affection she had for him because of the recent events.

A nameless anger rose in Jiang Mocheng’s heart.

Everyone has a strong sixth sense, and men are no exception. At least his intuition told him that the “others” who deserved to be cursed was Shen Jin.

Just the thought of her being with Shen Jin, listening to Shen Jin showing off in front of her, made his fists clench so hard that he wanted to crush Shen Jin’s heart.

Jiang Mocheng took a deep breath, and the cold air seemed to carry tiny shards of glass, frantically escaping through his organs.

His anger reached its peak, and his expression became unusually calm.