Hao Yansen lifted a faint smile, he shook his head slightly and nestled her back into his arms, "This way I’ll feel a bit more comfortable..."
Mo Jun also laughed, then gently embraced him.
Bai Lang and the others exchanged glances, all very tactfully retreating. All right, they weren’t needed here anymore!
Mo Jun thus leaned against Hao Yansen, listening to his shallow and pained breathing; her heart ached along with his.
Fortunately, half an hour quickly passed, and Hao Yansen’s agony had ended.
But he still felt very weary, a sense of being drained.
Mo Jun eased his pain, yet he was still suffering so much; she couldn’t imagine how much worse it would have been without relief.
"Let’s go rest," Mo Jun said, supporting him.
Hao Yansen nodded, "Alright."
Mo Jun helped him back to the room, and after making sure he was lying down comfortably, her phone suddenly rang.
It was Hua Ling calling.
Mo Jun then remembered, he must have had an episode as well.
She hurriedly answered the phone, "Hello, Hua Ling, are you okay?"
"Sis, I almost died just now..." Hua Ling burst into tears, "I’ve never felt so much pain in my life, I really thought I was going to die! Sis, the fact that I can still make this call to you is a blessing from God!"
Mo Jun could tell, he had really been tormented.
If Hao Yansen couldn’t bear it, let alone him, the pampered young master.
"Are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah, it’s over now. Sis, how is Luo Baichuan? Did he almost die of pain too?" Hua Ling asked weakly.
Mo Jun replied with a sense of guilt, "He’s alright now, but I injected him with some Potion, and his symptoms were greatly alleviated..."
"Sis, why are you so biased! Giving it to him and not to me, am I no longer your Little Huahua?!" As expected, Hua Ling flared up instantly.
Mo Jun said with amusement, "You’re not here, and besides, the Potion is something I just developed..."
"I don’t care, I’m moving in with you guys tomorrow! You have to agree, even if you don’t want to!" Hua Ling said stubbornly, hmph, he didn’t want to be home alone suffering.
"Okay then, whatever you want, but it seems there are no spare rooms here."
"What does that matter, I’ll take the sofa, the sofa is mine!" Hua Ling wasn’t fussy.
After hanging up, Mo Jun said to Hao Yansen, "Hua Ling said he’s moving in too, planning to sleep on the sofa..."
"Not even the floor is available," Hao Yansen bluntly stated.
"So you don’t want him to move in?"
"I’ve never considered it."
"Don’t mention him," Hao Yansen pulled her down into his arms and said domineeringly, "At this moment, you can only think of me. I’m the one who needs your care the most."
Mo Jun laughed, not expecting him to have such a childish side.
She hugged him, lifting her head to kiss his lips, "Okay, I’ll only care about you."
"Then do it a few more times..." The man immediately became greedy for more, his eyes bright and intense, filled with longing as he gazed at her.
Mo Jun could not resist him when he was , it left her with no self-control.
She covered his eyes and said, "Don’t tempt me, go to sleep."
Hao Yansen pulled her hand away, rolled over to pin her underneath him, his eyes dark as he stared at her, his voice also deep and husky, "You are tempting me, so you have to take responsibility..."
After saying that, he leaned down and kissed her lips.