Chapter 15: Disdain

Leng Mohan gently wiped the droplets of water from his hair, his gaze turning to Luo Jiaojiao who was still sitting by the bed. His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of puzzlement was in his voice: “Aren’t you sleepy? Why aren’t you resting?”

Luo Jiaojiao raised her head, her eyes a little hazy as she looked at him, softly saying: “I… I haven’t taken a shower yet. I’m afraid you’ll dislike me.”

After she finished speaking, she shyly lowered her head again, her fingers unconsciously twisting her skirt.

Leng Mohan was stunned for a moment, not expecting that she would hesitate because of this.

“Alright, I won’t dislike you. Your scent is as pleasant as perfume to me. Go to sleep, I don’t want to repeat myself.”

Leng Mohan said softly. Although he had a habit of becoming extremely irritable when he lacked sleep, he was trying his best to restrain himself in front of Luo Jiaojiao.

“There’s no hot water now. If you want to shower, wait until the afternoon. I’ll help you fetch hot water. It’s not good for girls to take cold showers.” Leng Mohan gently embraced Luo Jiaojiao, and they lay down on the bed together.

Luo Jiaojiao’s body was stiff as a log, her mind in a mess, not knowing how to position her hands and feet.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Leng Mohan’s broad chest muscles, her heart filled with nervousness and anxiety.

Luo Jiaojiao’s eyes widened, her gaze fixed on the chest muscles in front of her. She stammered to Leng Mohan: “Y-you… you’re not wearing any clothes?”

Leng Mohan remained with his eyes closed, as if everything around him couldn’t disturb his peaceful sleep. He calmly replied: “I’m wearing shorts. I’m not used to sleeping with clothes on. You’ll have to adapt.”

Hearing his calm and composed answer, Luo Jiaojiao instantly fell silent. How could she dare to ask someone to change their habits for her? She didn’t have that much nerve.

So, Luo Jiaojiao could only close her eyes tightly, her body stiff as a stone, not daring to move at all. The bed could only accommodate one person anyway, and she was afraid that any large movement would touch him.

Luo Jiaojiao was used to taking naps, and the lack of sleep last night made her drowsy. Soon, she fell into a peaceful sleep in Leng Mohan’s embrace.

Leng Mohan also slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the person in his arms finally falling asleep peacefully, he felt relieved.

To be honest, if she had persisted a little longer, he might have put on clothes for her. But obviously, this timid girl didn’t dare to make such a request.

“I’ve given you a chance, don’t mention me sleeping with clothes on again,” Leng Mohan thought to himself. “But, there’s really no need to mention it again in the future, because even if I put them on, I’ll have to take them off.” A subtle warm smile flickered across his face as he continued to enjoy the warm moment of being close to Luo Jiaojiao.

Luo Jiaojiao was awakened by an unbearable heat. Her eyelids felt heavy, as if they were being roasted by invisible flames, making it difficult to open them.

In her hazy state, she heard a series of sharp whistles outside, like the horns of an ancient battlefield, both mysterious and urgent. This whistle aroused her curiosity and awakened her body’s vitality.

Luo Jiaojiao’s eyes gradually adapted to the heat. She gently shifted her body and found herself tightly embraced by Leng Mohan. His upper body was bare, his skin glowing with a faint silvery sheen.

Luo Jiaojiao’s heart beat faster. She felt the heat from Leng Mohan’s body, a heat that was unfamiliar, making her both shy and embarrassed.

She carefully moved her body, trying to break free from Leng Mohan’s embrace.

Finally, Luo Jiaojiao successfully broke free from Leng Mohan’s embrace. She felt an unprecedented sense of freedom. She lay on the bed, took a deep breath, as if she wanted to inhale all the fresh air in the world into her lungs.

Only then did Luo Jiaojiao examine Leng Mohan’s body, and she swallowed her saliva at the sight.

Leng Mohan’s upper body was bare, lying there quietly. Even without any covering, his skin was still covered with a thin layer of sweat. His muscle lines were smooth and firm, without any abrupt muscle knots, but rather full of attraction, giving a sense of inexplicable security.

Eight abdominal muscles were neatly arranged, covered with a layer of fine sweat. His bronze skin appeared elastic and full of vitality under the light.

Luo Jiaojiao’s gaze fell on him, and she saw a drop of sweat slowly sliding down, eventually disappearing into the groove between two pectoral muscles.

Luo Jiaojiao’s mind flashed back to the teacher who taught her at the women’s academy. She didn’t know where Lin Li found this teacher, but the teacher’s instruction had indeed benefited Luo Jiaojiao greatly.

One of the teachings was how to use her own beauty and figure to attract men. The reason why Luo Jiaojiao’s figure was so perfect was also thanks to this teacher’s careful guidance.

She suddenly realized that men’s bodies were also attractive, a unique charm that could easily captivate people’s hearts.

In this scene, Luo Jiaojiao’s gaze was involuntarily attracted to the drop of sweat sliding down Leng Mohan’s body. She swallowed her saliva lightly. The muscle lines were distinct, as if they were jumping in front of her eyes, and the alluring touch made her curious about whether the firm muscles were as hard as she imagined.

Her fingers itched slightly, as if longing to explore that unknown territory. Perhaps her gaze was too intense, or perhaps the sound of her swallowing saliva broke the silence.

Leng Mohan woke up from his sleep, his sharp gaze instantly fixed on Luo Jiaojiao. In those deep eyes, there was no trace of sleepiness, as if he could see through people’s hearts.

Luo Jiaojiao was a little flustered by this sudden gaze. She hurriedly turned her head away, stammering: “I, I, I just remembered, I should get up.” Her voice revealed a hint of embarrassment and nervousness, as if she were a thief caught red-handed.

Not only Luo Jiaojiao felt embarrassed, Leng Mohan’s gaze also followed her back as she entered the bathroom, until the door slowly closed, his expression became profound and unfathomable.

After a long time, Leng Mohan looked down at his own state and took a deep breath. He always considered himself someone who didn’t indulge in women, but Luo Jiaojiao always made it difficult for him to control himself.

Unlike usual, today he spent more time calming himself down.

Leng Mohan’s mind flashed back to the scene of Luo Jiaojiao entering the bathroom just now. A few strands of her sweat-dampened hair clung to her cheeks, her cheeks flushed slightly with heat, and those big, longing eyes were full of his image.

All of this made his emotions fluctuate.

Leng Mohan patiently waited outside the bathroom, his brows furrowed slightly.

Time passed by, but Luo Jiaojiao still didn’t come out. A strange guess arose in his heart, could it be that she was too shy to face him because he had caught her peeking?

Leng Mohan gently knocked on the door, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible concern: “Jiaojiao, are you alright?” However, the person inside the bathroom didn’t respond to his question. He couldn’t help but frown, a complex emotion surging in his heart.