Chapter 874: 873 You are still laughing
Although it was just one word, it made Mo Xiuchen reveal a satisfied smile.
His clearly articulated large palm gently caressed her cheek as he leaned down and tenderly kissed her soft lips.
Wen Ran did not struggle, nor did she respond, but simply gently closed her eyes.
Mo Xiuchen did not kiss deeply and quickly let her go, staring at her blushing face, the corners of his mouth curved in a pleased arc, “Ranran, go to sleep.”
“Or should I go sleep in the next room?”
Wen Ran softly suggested, afraid of disturbing his sleep.
She was indisposed these days, and he was a normal man, having abstained for so long. Last night, held in his arms, she had clearly felt his burning heat.
Mo Xiuchen’s gaze swept with a trace of profundity, his voice slightly hoarse and firm yet commanding, “Don’t go. I like holding you.” Find the newest release on Nove1Fire.net
“But, won’t you feel uncomfortable?”
“It will be uncomfortable, Ranran, but I still want to hold you to sleep. After these few days, you will compensate me well, okay?”
Mo Xiuchen suddenly grabbed her hand and roguishly placed it towards a certain part of him.
Wen Ran let out a cry of alarm, her face immediately turning crimson.
Her hand jerked back as if electrocuted, and Mo Xiuchen laughed heartily, “Haha, Ranran, we have been married for almost a year now, how can you still be so shy?”
Wen Ran glared at him, her face a thin veil of anger mixed with shyness, “I don’t have your thick skin. If you keep laughing, I’ll go sleep in the guest room.”
Seeing that she was really about to leave, Mo Xiuchen quickly grabbed her, reining in his laughter to apologize, “Ranran, I won’t laugh anymore, I won’t laugh anymore, don’t leave.”
“You’re still laughing.”
Wen Ran stared at his smiling features, this detestable man, even with lost memories, was still so fond of playing the rogue.
Mo Xiuchen tried hard to suppress his laughter, but he was too happy, unable to hold it in. His face still bore a smile despite seeing Wen Ran’s face flush with bashful anger, he thought of a plan. His large hand clutched her head, pressing her small face into his chest, tenderly embracing her, “Ranran, I am so happy with you.”
Wen Ran wasn’t really angry. Hearing these words, her heart softened.
Her hands slowly wrapped around his strong waist, her body softly leaning into his embrace, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, sweetness rippling through her heart.
Feeling her tenderness, Mo Xiuchen’s lips curved into a happy smile, even his voice seeped with happiness.
Wen Ran responded softly in his embrace.
The angle of Mo Xiuchen’s smile increased, his smile lighting up his profound eyes, the strength in his arms gradually increasing. Though tight, it didn’t hurt the person in his arms, his murmuring voice filled with deep affection, “Ranran!”
Every time he called, Wen Ran answered.
In the warm and quiet room, his gentle calls and her responses lingered like a love song, echoing for a long time.
Eventually, the call and response ceased, the air filled with a hint of flirtation. The temperature climbed with their gradually quickening breaths, the moonlight outside watery soft, and in the romantically swirling room, the breaths grew heavier.
Wen Ran had no choice but to compensate him early for his loneliness these days and his longing for her because of his hurried and uncomfortable question, “Ranran… is it okay?”
With her hands, she helped him relieve himself, and by the time he felt comfortable, her hands were nearly broken from exhaustion.
Late at night, Mo Xiuchen got out of bed, went to the bathroom to twist a towel, and came back to wipe her hands. She clenched her eyes shut, not daring to open them.
After wiping her hands, Mo Xiuchen leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Ranran, I love you,” before turning around and heading to the bathroom to clean up.
The cell phone rang, Mo Xiuchen still had not returned, and Wen Ran had to open her eyes, taking his phone from the small table by the bed. Seeing the caller, a hint of hesitation flashed through her eyes, and she looked towards the bathroom.
“Ranran, who is calling?”
Mo Xiuchen came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, his well-built physique looking sexy and tempting under the light, capturing Wen Ran’s gaze involuntarily.
Mo Xiuchen chuckled lightly and strode to the front of the bed. Wen Ran forced a smile and handed him the phone, “Zixuan called.”
Mo Xiuchen took the phone and, just before hitting the answer button, teased her again, “Are you satisfied with this body of mine?”
“Ah, who was looking at you!”
Wen Ran contradicted him insincerely and pulled the covers over her burning face.
Outside the blanket, Mo Xiuchen’s hearty laughter echoed in the room, “Ranran, if you’re satisfied, I’ll let you look every day.”
“You go out and take the call.”
Wen Ran’s face popped out from under the blanket, she shouted at Mo Xiuchen, then burrowed her head back in. Mo Xiuchen, laughing, replied, “Okay, I’ll take the call in the study, Ranran, don’t smother yourself in there.”
She heard his footsteps heading toward the study, then the soft sounds of a door opening and closing. Only then did Wen Ran emerge from the blanket, touched her burning face with her hand, then pulled her hand away and stared at her palm.
The embarrassing scene from earlier reappeared in front of her, and she frowned tightly, shaking away that improper image from her mind, closed her eyes, and sternly warned herself, “Wen Ran, no more wild thoughts. Go to sleep now.”
In the study, Mo Xiuchen pressed the answer button and spoke in a deep voice, “Hello!”
“Are you not coming back to spend the night?”
The voice of Zixuan came through the night, Mo Xiuchen smirked slightly and calmly replied, “Mm, I’ve moved back to the suburbs, and from now on, I won’t be staying there.”
“Did you confront the old man, or did you make up with Ranran?”
Zixuan did not know how Mo Xiuchen had talked to Mo Jingteng, nor did he know how far things had progressed with Wen Ran, but he felt that Mo Xiuchen’s move was surely due to one of these reasons.
“Both. Not only has Ranran come back, but I also confronted him. How did your negotiation go tonight?” Mo Xiuchen asked casually, not overly concerned about the outcome of his evening.
“Li Yuanchang and his daughter wanted to meet you, and you stood them up. Do you think it went well?” Zixuan’s voice carried a hint of sarcasm, “I thought the old man would call you. Seeing that you didn’t show up, Li Yaqing left immediately.”
Li Yaqing, the daughter of Li Yuanchang, was known to be a beautiful and capable woman and seemed to have taken a liking to Mo Xiuchen at some point.
The purpose of tonight’s arrangements by her and her father was for Mo Xiuchen.
Mo Xiuchen sneered, “This is the mess the old man created. He’ll figure out how to deal with it himself. You don’t need to worry.”
“Of course I’m not worried. The company is neither mine nor am I the president. But, the old man is very angry. Be careful, and make sure Ranran doesn’t get dragged into this.”
Mo Xiuchen, having lost his memory, might not understand Mo Jingteng’s ruthlessness, but Zixuan knew how malicious Jingteng could be. This incident tonight, surely Jingteng would not let it slide.