After saying that, he turned around to lock the door and prepared to go next door to take a shower.
But with this motion, as Shen Jensen looked at the bathroom in this bedroom and then at his direction towards the master bedroom,
her eyes slightly lit up, "So you’re not staying here tonight?"
In an instant, He Qimo’s footsteps halted.
Understanding Shen Jensen’s true intentions, and catching a glance from the corner of his eye of another gaze that had been watching, finally at Shen Jensen’s barely contained excitement...
Sensing something, He Qimo’s discontent gradually spread in his heart.
With a cold laugh, he paused for a moment, a deep look in his eyes, and began to step into the bedroom, "Are you very concerned about your personal safety?"
Shen Jensen froze for a moment, cursing inwardly, but dared not show it, only smiled and said: "No, not at all, Mr. He, who would have thought, that’s just..."
Halfway through her words, watching as He Qimo slowly closed the door and even locked it from the inside with a click.
Shen Jensen was taken aback, "What are you doing?"
"I recall, someone said that I was impotent, right?" He Qimo chuckled lightly, exuding a cold aura.
Immediately, Shen Jensen’s heart was racing like a wild horse, thinking of her deliberate vengeance tonight, and seeing the extent of his displeasure right before her eyes, she trembled...
Meanwhile, as He Qimo walked, he undid his collar button, feeling more comfortable at the neck, and then he approached her.
When he pushed her down on the bed, he arrogantly leaned over, kneeling slightly, and rudely hooked her chin with his fingertip.
With a cold smile, he said: "Come on, tell me, where am I impotent? Explain that?"
The looming danger made Shen Jensen’s heart pound, and as she felt the cold aura that always surrounded He Qimo, his towering frame casting a shadow like a dark cloud, from the opened collar, the glimpse of his enticing, fit chest muscles visible through the shirt gap.
Shen Jensen couldn’t describe her current mood, akin to an army of galloping horses patriotically singing "The Yellow River Cantata" as they faced their demise.
She could only smile fawningly, patting He Qimo’s chest lightly through his shirt with her small hand, saying: "Oh, that was totally circumstantial, trying to explain why you wouldn’t touch anyone because of Miss Gu... How could Mr. He be impotent, you must be majestic, like Zhou Yu, with a feather fan in hand, laughing casually as armies disperse like smoke, a dragon among men!"
Even so, He Qimo’s displeasure didn’t diminish, "So what you’re implying is, with your looks, you think you’re a Little Qiao?"
Grandma really isn’t enough? At least Grandma is a former model, now famous across the country (even if it’s infamy), how bad can she be?
Shen Jensen almost cursed out loud, but facing He Qimo’s cold, deep eyes, she could only manage a weak smile and continued: "I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare, with my looks, how could I catch Mr. He’s attention, at most I’d qualify as a bed companion, you know, unspoken rules, the kind that pushes onto you, in ancient times at most a concubine, and in modern times perhaps a mistress, not worthy to be in the main room as Little Qiao?"
Familiar with Shen Jensen’s propensity for running her mouth, He Qimo was long accustomed.
Regarding Shen Jensen’s self-awareness, He Qimo coldly chuckled but didn’t say anything.
After a pause, seeing Shen Jensen behaving, regardless of whether she was convinced inwardly, at least her face wasn’t arrogantly pouncing on him to bite.
He Qimo mockingly curled his lips, preparing to get up.
He originally hadn’t planned to have anything with her; sharing a bed at the hotel was circumstantial, just as she speculated, he intended to stay next door tonight.
Moreover, regarding her provocative words about his impotence, he... could pretend he never heard them.
But, just at this moment, he heard a rustling noise coming from the door.
Outside the door, Zhou Huimei was leaning against the door, unable to accept her son bringing Shen Jensen home, and even entering a bedroom and locking the door, she was both angry and in disbelief.
How could this happen? Could it be that her son is really with this Shen Jensen?
What could this possibly mean? Could it be that he really plans to marry such a woman into the family, recognizing his mother’s intent, He Qimo furrowed his brows deeply, clearly exasperated.
Feeling drained and rising powerlessness simultaneously, her eavesdropping only increased his...
An indescribable emotion abruptly surged through his mind. Read complete versıon only at novel{f}ire.net
He paused, looking at Shen Jensen below, and not caring too much anymore, glanced at the elaborate layers of her clothing, tilted her chin, kissed her lips, and began freeing his hands, swiftly unbuttoning all her clothes.