Mo Shichen stared at her steadily, the ink-like depths of his eyes churning, yet he didn't say a word for a long time.
Wen Yi didn't feel that what she said had offended him or hurt his heart—it was the truth. Did he really want to hear that she had fallen in love with him?
Seeing that he remained noncommittal, wearing an indifferent silence on his face, she had no idea what he was thinking. She turned her face away to reach for her phone, which she had placed on the bedside before sleep, and pressed the home button to see the time on the lit screen, "It's already half-past seven. If we don't get up now, we'll be late for work... umph."
She hadn't finished her sentence when the man's handsome face leaned down and kissed her deeply, without heeding her resistance. His fierce demeanor left her unable to fend him off, and she hardly knew how to respond, retreating continuously until he took advantage of the situation to press her back into the mattress.
