After accidentally sending a late-night reading to her ex-boyfriend

Jiang Yue only remembered that when she used to write, she always wrote boldly and freely, and countless scenes were clearly depicted in her mind.

Because Mo Chenyuan was too aloof, when she couldn't get anything to eat, she always had too many thoughts about Mo Chenyuan.

But when you're actually there, all the composure you've prepared vanishes, leaving only awkwardness and shyness.

Mo Chenyuan is far more romantic than he imagined.

Mo Chenyuan lowered his gaze to her reddened eyes, his fingertips slowly brushing the stray strands of hair by her ear, his movements gentle, yet his eyes held an undisguised possessiveness.

He now truly understands the joy Jiang Yue used to have.

"I'm starting to suspect that you hired a ghostwriter. Otherwise, why would you be so meticulous in writing about every single scene, but now that it's our turn, you're avoiding me? Did A-Yue really not hire a ghostwriter?"

Every time a couple from a good family does something like this, they bring up Jiang Yue's dark past.

Not only did he bring up Jiang Yue's dark past, but Mo Chenyuan also took the opportunity to express his dislike for her.

Jiang Yue's ears burned bright red. She wanted to loudly defend herself: "I wrote imagination. Do you know what imagination means? I thought I was just writing for fun. I never knew that someone would actually do such a thing."

It was like something out of an anime, bizarre and fantastical. I never imagined I'd experience it firsthand.

Mo Chenyuan chuckled softly, his chest vibrating slightly. His warm breath brushed against her sensitive neck, causing Jiang Yue to shrink her shoulders abruptly.

"But I only consider the rationality of one thing at a time. Now I've discovered that I can do things that seem unreasonable to you. What should I do?"

Mo Chenyuan stood very close, his tone conveying a domineering attitude that suggested he would give even that little bit of writing a try.

Jiang Yue shrank back; this wasn't the first time Mo Chenyuan had brought up this matter.

This was the first time Jiang Yue had ever felt that Mo Chenyuan's presence was so powerful.

This caused Jiang Yue some distress.

"Ah Yue. If I were you, I wouldn't be thinking about these things right now. It's something that will happen eventually. We're preparing for the wedding now, and then it's the honeymoon. I'm not going to give you anything."

We will not give you anything that the Mohists should have given you! From this moment on, we must trust and cherish each other.

Now, feel me with your heart!

Mo Chenyuan's palm slowly moved upwards along her waist, the movements gentle and without the slightest roughness, simply tracing her contours inch by inch.

Jiang Yue's breathing gradually became erratic, and the arms that were originally wrapped around his waist tensed up, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the fabric behind him.

When their breaths mingle, it's more captivating than a kiss.

"You promised me, so take it easy. Grandpa wakes up this afternoon, and we have to go see him!"

Jiang Yue completely compromised, but she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Grandpa Mo because of these things. This should be Jiang Yue's only insistence now.

"I know what I'm doing. Your meeting with Grandpa is very important! A-Yue, if you interrupt me again, I'm not sure if I can keep my word!"

Mo Chenyuan lowered his head, his nose gently brushing against Jiang Yue's cheek, and kissed the lips he had long coveted, slowly and tenderly, gently caressing them.

Only then did Mo Chenyuan realize that Jiang Yue wasn't so resistant anymore.

Their relationship is really interesting. It was Jiang Yue who started it with me, but now this irresponsible little rascal is avoiding me.

No, absolutely not.

Jiang Yue's consciousness was gradually taken over, her senses were amplified, and through her thin nightgown, she could feel Mo Chenyuan's steady and powerful heartbeat.

Jiang Yue simply closed her eyes and tried not to think about it anymore.

With Mo Chenyuan being so proactive, she was simply there to enjoy the moment.

Inside the room, only the warm, drawn-out breathing of the two people still sharing a meal remained. A faint light flickered through the gap in the curtains.

Gradually, Jiang Yue felt that she could no longer see anything.

After his breathing became heavy, Mo Chenyuan propped himself up on his arm, slightly widening the distance between them, and used one arm to tidy Jiang Yue's disheveled hair.

Mo Chenyuan patiently asked, "Are you tired? I've been very restrained. If you're not feeling well, tell me!"

Since Mo Chenyuan had already said everything, what else could he say?

"I just took a shower for nothing!"

She was a little annoyed, but after sobering up, she was no longer as exhausted as before, which showed that Mo Chenyuan had shown mercy.

I'm just quenching my thirst; I don't intend to drink heavily.

After all, seeing Grandpa is the most important thing.

"I'll help you wash it later!"

Mo Chenyuan leaned down and placed a kiss on Jiang Yue's lips.

"You can leave everything to me, Yue!"

The kiss deepened.

After an unknown amount of time, the two slowly separated, their breathing slightly rapid.

Mo Chenyuan lay down on his side and pulled her into his arms, letting her lean comfortably against his shoulder, gently stroking her back with his hand.

Jiang Yue felt weak all over and leaned lazily against him, not wanting to move an inch.

She turned her head, her fingertips lightly tracing the defined lines of his jaw, and muttered softly, "You better behave yourself, or I really won't have any strength left when we go out!"

Mo Chenyuan chuckled softly, took her mischievous fingers in his hand, and gently kissed the pads of her fingers. "We're newlyweds, and Grandpa is an experienced man; how could he not understand? Besides, we didn't even leave a trace. If you weren't feeling guilty, there wouldn't be any problem at all."

Mo Chenyuan should blame himself for feeling guilty.

Before Jiang Yue could get angry, Mo Chenyuan stopped the conversation and got up to go to the bathroom to run a bladder.

He still needed to be patient with some things, after all, he would be out for a long time this time, and he planned to get to know Jiang Yue slowly.

After the floodwaters were released, Mo Chenyuan reached out and picked up Jiang Yue.

When Jiang Yue looked up again, she found herself in warm water, and her fatigue had lessened considerably.

Jiang Yue was finally satisfied.

After Jiang Yue changed into presentable clothes and put on light makeup, the butler knocked on the door and said that the old master had woken up and invited them to have lunch together.

Jiang Yue looked at Mo Chenyuan. The timing was perfect, as if Mo Chenyuan knew that the old man would get up for lunch.

Mo Chenyuan simply smiled faintly; the old man's habits had indeed not changed.

"Change your clothes and let's go!"

Jiang Yue spoke in an annoyed tone.

By the time Jiang Yue and Mo Chenyuan came downstairs, everyone had already arrived.

Besides the Mo family parents I met this morning, there was also a young boy.

"Big brother!"

The boy waved his hand. Compared to Mo Chenyuan, Mo Lin really looked much younger. But wait, Mo Chenyuan said that their ages weren't that different. Why did he seem so different?

Mo Chenyuan raised his eyes and met Mo Lin's gaze.

"I'm back! It's been so many years since we last met."

Mo Chenyuan's tone was neither cold nor warm, making it impossible to discern his attitude towards his younger brother.