Chapter 2: You’re So Handsome, Come Here, Let Me Kiss You
1337 Words
Like a cat, Chi Huan pounced on him, kissing the man’s lips, chin, and face. Her eyes were hazy with desire as she murmured, "Xigu, you’re back... I knew you wouldn’t leave me."
Mo Shiqian pulled her off and set her aside, his voice steady and cool, “Miss, I’m not Mr. Mo.”
But in her current state, Chi Huan couldn’t hear a word he was saying. All she could feel was the overwhelming heat coursing through her body, and only being close to a man seemed to ease it slightly.
Disoriented, she lunged at him again, wrapping her arms around his waist, her voice pleading through soft sobs, “Don’t go, please don’t leave... Xigu, I won’t let you go.”
Mo Shiqian dodged her kisses as best he could, but she was relentless. Despite his efforts, her lips occasionally managed to find his skin.
Holding her with one hand to stop her wandering touches, he calmly pulled out his phone and dialed a number, “What do you do if a woman takes this kind of drug but doesn’t... you know, follow through?”
“What?”
“I said, what’s the solution?”
“You take her to the hospital?”
A sly chuckle came from the other end. “Brother Mo, are you really that hesitant? If she’s drugged, why worry so much? Just go for it!”
“...”
“Or is the girl too ugly? If that’s the case, just turn off the lights. It’s all the same. Just make do.”
Mo Shiqian glanced down at the girl writhing in his arms. Her petite face was flushed, eyes glassy, and her soft lips pressed against his face, his chin, anywhere they could reach. She even kept trying to kiss his lips.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he clenched his jaw. “Another word out of you, and I’m hanging up.”
“Alright, alright. The hospital won’t help much. If you can’t bring yourself to do it, fill a bathtub with cold water and submerge her. It’ll be uncomfortable, but the effects will wear off eventually.”
The call ended with a beep, and Mo Shiqian tossed his phone onto the carpet.
Without a word, he scooped Chi Huan into his arms and strode towards the bathroom.
Her large, doe-like eyes were fixated on him, and she clung to his neck, placing light kisses near his ear. She even blew gently against his earlobe, her voice teasing, "A princess carry? You’re so strong. I bet you’re even more impressive in bed.”
Mo Shiqian remained silent, his throat working as he suppressed the heat rising within him.
Without speaking, he prepared to lower her into the tub and fill it with cold water. But Chi Huan refused to let go of his neck, clinging even tighter as she pouted, “No, I want you to hold me.”
Left with no other choice, Mo Shiqian twisted the faucet with one hand while holding her with the other.
Once the tub was filled, his black shirt bore the marks of her affection—several red hickeys lined his collarbone.
He glanced down at her as she buried her face against his chest, kissing his skin. Her warm lips left trails of heat across his torso, and her wet tongue occasionally brushed over his skin, sending shivers of electricity through him.
His eyes darkened, and his breathing became uneven.
But there wasn’t a hint of hesitation on his handsome, stern face. He promptly pried her off him and tossed her into the tub of cold water.
“Ahh—!”
Chi Huan let out a shriek as the icy water hit her skin.
Though it wasn’t winter, it was already deep into autumn. The hotel, located beneath the sea, was colder than on land, especially at night. Chi Huan, pampered and delicate, immediately began to shiver uncontrollably.
Her mind was still clouded, but the cold water shocked her system. Instinctively, she tried to climb out of the tub.
But just as she gripped the edge, Mo Shiqian’s strong hand pressed her back into the water.
It happened several times—each time she attempted to escape the freezing water, his hand firmly pushed her back in, leaving only her head above the surface.
The contrast of searing heat from within and the numbing cold outside was torture.
Her body was on fire with a burning emptiness, while the freezing water made her feel as if she was being plunged into despair. And each time she tried to escape, his unrelenting hand forced her back.
Other than her obsession with Mo Xigu, Chi Huan had never experienced such frustration, such a mix of anger and helplessness in her life.
She was Chi Huan, after all. The beloved, pampered daughter of the mayor.
Her father was the mayor, and her mother was a renowned businesswoman overseas.
She had debuted at fourteen, become famous at seventeen, and won Best Newcomer at nineteen. Now, she was the hottest rising star in the entertainment industry.
No one could match her—those with better acting skills weren’t as beautiful, those more beautiful couldn’t act as well, and anyone who had both looks and talent didn’t have her connections.
…
It wasn’t until two in the morning that her mind cleared slightly, and she realized the man kneeling beside the bathtub was her bodyguard.
Leaning weakly against the edge of the tub, she called out, “Mo Shiqian.”
The man, now kneeling on one knee, had his black trousers soaked through halfway. His posture was respectful, yet distant. “Miss.”
“I’m cold. Carry me out.”
Mo Shiqian glanced at her small, wet face and asked indifferently, “Are you feeling better?”
Chi Huan, dissatisfied, urged, “Hurry and carry me out.”
“Understood.”
He stood, then bent down, ignoring her soaking wet clothes as he lifted her from the tub, preparing to carry her out of the bathroom.
Chi Huan leaned closer to him, her eyes wide as she whispered, “Mo Shiqian.”
“I’ll have someone bring you a change of clothes,” he replied calmly.
Her long, wet eyelashes fluttered, and without her usual haughty, flirtatious air, she looked more like a helpless little girl. “How long have you worked for my family?”
“Three years,” he answered simply.
She tilted her head, “Do you think I’m pretty?”
He gazed at her for a moment before responding, “Yes, you’re very pretty.”
Her hand reached up, gently touching the sharp contours of his handsome face. She blinked, “Three years, and I never noticed how good-looking you are... You’re even more handsome than those pretty boys in the entertainment industry. Maybe... you’re not even worse than Xigu.”
His rugged, masculine beauty wasn’t like Mo Xigu’s gentle handsomeness—it was more powerful, silent, and intense. His presence exuded raw masculinity.
Mo Shiqian looked at her without a word.
Chi Huan puckered her lips, murmuring, “You’re so good-looking. Come here, let me kiss you.”
With a sudden splash, she found herself back in the tub.
…
By four in the morning, after eight hours in cold water, the effects of the drug had finally worn off, and Chi Huan’s mind was fully clear again.
Wrapped in a bath towel, she sat on the bed as the man silently dried her long, wet hair with a towel.
Biting her lip, Chi Huan spoke coldly, “Mo Shiqian, you’ve got some nerve. Who gave you permission to leave me in cold water?”
His expression remained unchanged, and his hands continued drying her hair at the same pace. In a steady, low voice, he replied, “I thought that compared to losing your innocence to a mere bodyguard, Miss would prefer the cold water.”
Chi Huan clenched her teeth, momentarily at a loss for words to argue back.
- Writer
