“At that time, Yan Yadong thought I had no future as a nurse in a clinic and wanted to break up with me because we were not on the same starting line. Then I saw the man’s watch and wanted to give it to him, begging him not to break up with me.”
“But before the watch was sent, Zhong Teng came to me. After knowing Zhong Teng’s strong background, I did not deny it.”
“I have been uneasy, guilty, but with contacting further with Zhong Teng, any woman would have a crush on him.”
Since coming back to China, Mo Xiaomo had never heard so much from Mo Xiaoxiao . But the more she listened, the more upset she felt.
“Whose child is it?” Mo Xiaomo didn’t want to hear any more about the past.
Mo Xiaoxiao’s eyes flashed and she told the truth, “Yan Yadong’s.”
“Are you still connected?” Mo Xiaomo was surprised.
“We are not lingering, but we have been reconciled.” Mo Xiaoxiao felt very comfortable after telling the truth.
“But you’re dating Zhong Teng.” Mo Xiaomo frowned.
“I also have physiological needs.”
“Is that why you betrayed Zhong Teng?”
“This is not a betrayal. Zhong Teng never liked me. What he liked, and what he wanted, was the woman helped him that night six years ago.
Mo Xiaomo opened her mouth and nothing came out.
“Does Zhong Teng know about Yan Yadong’s existence?” It was a long time before she spoke.
Mo Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, nodded, but then shook her head again. “Maybe he knows, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
The driver honked to urge Mo Xiaoxiao to get in the car, and the conversation between the two sisters ended.
“Sister, will you forgive me?”
After a few steps, Mo Xiaoxiao turned to look at Mo Xiaomo, who was standing at the door and watching her.
“Which do you mean?” Mo Xiaomo asked softly.
“About Zhong Teng.”
“No, because I never blame you. All the plot was doomed.”
“That… What I say at the hospital the other day…”
“No, I remember the harm you have done to my mother, and I may never be as obedient to you and my father as I was before.”
Mo Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and, without another word, turned and walked quickly into the car.
Mo Xiaomo never looked at Mo Xiong in the car.
After seeing them leaving, Mo Xiaomo turned to go back, leaning against the wall. Zhong Teng scooped her up in his arms and walked slowly inside.
“You. Have you been there?” Mo Xiaomo was surprised, afraid that he had overheard her conversation with Mo Xiaoxiao.
Zhong Teng seemed to have guessed what Mo Xiaomo was thinking. “Don’t worry, I only ran to hold you, seeing you turned around.”
“Let go of me!” In the living room, Zhong Nanping and Fang Keyu were looking at the two people who were canoodling, Mo Xiaomo blushing like a cooked shrimp.
“No, for the rest of my life.” Zhong Teng whispered close to Mo Xiaomo’s ear.
The warm breath sprayed in her earlobe and Mo Xiaomo felt her body temperature rising rapidly.
Zhong Teng carried Mo Xiaomo upstairs directly into the bedroom. The warm yellow light shone the whole bedroom softly, and the expression on Zhong Teng’s face was gilded, which touched Mo Xiaomo’s heart.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
Zhong Teng pressed Mo Xiaomo to the bed and imprisoned her under his body in an ambiguous posture.
A flush had spread from Mo Xiaomo’s cheeks to her long neck, until the tender skin beneath her V-neck was a seductive pink.
“I said we should meet each other halfway…” Mo Xiaomo was acutely aware of the change in her body, but she refused to compromise.
“Then how about meeting here? Or here?”
Zhong Teng moved his large hot hand lightly over Mo Xiaomo’s neck, then casually her breast, then swung it on her waist beneath the thin chiffon cloth.
“Still here. It is fine to be here.”
Zhong Teng’s voice was a little seductive, and his big hand had gone straight down Mo Xiaomo’s skirt from her waist.
“Zhong Teng!” Mo Xiaomo let out a cry of shame.