Mo Yehan had been staying in the booth with Tian Xi the whole time, occasionally drinking.
“Aren’t you neglecting your work by staying here?” Tian Xi asked with some concern.
“Being with you is also work,” Mo Yehan murmured, his eyes dazed and somewhat intoxicated.
The Tian Xi before him was so beautiful, her scent so sweet, that he couldn’t resist leaning closer, his head and body tilting toward her.
Tian Xi drew the tall, handsome young man into her embrace and softly asked, “Mo Yehan, are you drunk?”
Mo Yehan’s eyes were slightly red at the corners. “No,” he said, shaking his head in an utterly adorable way.
Tian Xi loved him like this. She stared at him—his eyes glistening, doing nothing but blinking as he gazed at her—and her entire body softened. She really, really wanted to kiss him.
“Sister,” Mo Yehan called out sweetly.
His voice was so tender and childlike that Tian Xi shivered slightly. What did this guy just call me?
“Sister, am I… am I really your little treasure?” Mo Yehan’s hand tightly clutched the hem of her dress, gripping it in his palm. His eyes grew even redder, as if he would cry on the spot if she dared to say no.
“Little treasure, you’re too adorable.”
Tian Xi cupped his face. His cheeks were flushed with shyness, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. The redness at the corners of his eyes spread, making him look utterly bewitching.
“Then… if I’m this adorable, why won’t Sister kiss me?” Ou Yehan’s voice choked up as he spoke. “Or is Sister lying to me? Maybe I’m not that adorable after all.”
Oh my god!
Who could resist this?
Tian Xi couldn’t help but lean down and kiss his cheek, eliciting gasps from the wealthy girls in the opposite booth.
“Oh my god, oh my god! He let her kiss him! He actually let her kiss him so obediently!”
“His lips look so soft and tempting, so kissable. I want to kiss him too.”
Hearing those girls’ comments, Tian Xi pulled Mo Yehan up and walked over to their table, smiling. “He is indeed tempting, and his lips are very fresh, but he’s mine.”
Mo Yehan obediently repeated, “I’m Sister’s.”
He was so docile, without a trace of his usual aloofness.
The entire table of wealthy girls was utterly shocked.
Tian Xi supported the drunken Mo Yehan as they left the bar. “Yehan, I’ll take you home.”
“I don’t want to go home. I want to stay with Sister.” He hugged her, nuzzling her neck, his breathing growing heavier.
“I want to be with Sister. I don’t want to be apart from Sister.” His voice gradually choked up, making it truly hard to refuse him.
Tian Xi had no choice but to call her Second Brother.
Unexpectedly, Tian Qing was happily drinking in the bar, flirting with a beauty. As soon as he answered her call, he pleaded, “Little Sister, your brother has something very important to do. Can you get home by yourself?”
Big Brother was right—Second Brother was completely unreliable.
Mo Yehan cried in her arms, saying he didn’t want to go home and wanted to stay with her. She had no choice but to take him to a nearby five-star hotel.
She booked a room with a large bed.
After laying Mo Yehan on the bed, she got up to go to the bathroom and wet a towel to wipe his face.
But the boy pulled her into his embrace. “Sister, don’t leave me. Otherwise, I’ll go crazy and lock you up.”
Tian Xi: “!!!”
“How does Little Treasure plan to lock me up?” she asked, curious.
“I can’t bear to hurt my Little Princess, but if the Little Princess ever abandons me, I’ll lock her in the dark room. I’ll hold her every day, bathe her, change her clothes, and feed her, so she won’t dare to leave me.”Tian Xi knew that Mo Yehan had autism and bipolar disorder, but she never expected his condition to be this severe.
She spoke softly, “My dear, I won’t abandon you.”
Mo Yehan stared at her dazedly: “I’m not good, I’m terrible, I’m dark. I spy on Little Princess every day, I desperately want to kiss Little Princess every day, yet I pretend to be aloof. I’m afraid that one day Little Princess will discover how possessive I am and come to despise me, to flee from me.”
As he spoke, he cried, his eyes red, hands covering his face, his entire being radiating shame, restraint, and intense desire.
Tian Xi was shocked.
So he had been craving her this much all along.
He had just been suppressing himself.
“Yehan, actually, you don’t need to restrain yourself so much. Maybe… I really like your touch?” she coaxed. The Mo Yehan before her, though speaking harsh words, was incredibly endearing, crying so adorably—how could she not cherish him?
“I want to kiss Little Princess fiercely, may I?” he asked between sobs.
Tian Xi: “…Mm.”
She was his to begin with.
Mo Yehan’s eyes filled with disbelief: “I really can?”
Tian Xi took his hand and placed it on her white camisole dress: “You can do anything to me, whatever you want.”
Mo Yehan cried even harder, his voice hoarse with a childish tone, his fingers slipping off her camisole dress: “Is this okay?”
Tian Xi couldn’t help trembling, biting her lip as she murmured in agreement.
“Then is this okay?” He kissed her, fervently.
He asked through tears: “Won’t it hurt the baby?”
“My dear, I’m scared, but I can’t control myself…”
That night, Mo Yehan wept bitterly…
The next morning!
Tian Xi was awakened by crying sounds. Struggling to open her eyes, she saw Mo Yehan weeping intensely, clutching his head in agony.
“Yehan, what’s wrong?” The moment she spoke, she realized her voice was terribly hoarse.
Mo Yehan looked up, tears streaming down his face: “Tian Xi, I hurt you. Will you abandon me?”
There were already finger marks on his face.
It seemed he had already beaten himself severely.
Tian Xi’s heart ached as she tried to sit up, but instantly cried out in pain: “Ah.”
Mo Yehan grew even more remorseful. He clutched his head, kneeling and knocking it hard against the marble floor: “How could I do such things to you? I deserve to die, I deserve to die!”
“Mo Yehan, stop.” Tian Xi sharply halted him, struggling to get off the bed, softly whining: “My legs hurt, come hold me, please.”
Mo Yehan instantly became like a tamed wolf pup, immediately picking her up, murmuring: “I checked your wounds, they’re severe. I’m too ashamed to face you.”
The Little Princess he had always cherished protectively, afraid to touch too much, even afraid to kiss too forcefully—his little fairy—had been hurt by him in his drunken state. He could never forgive himself.
Hearing his words, Tian Xi’s face flushed instantly.
So he had examined her body and then felt so guilty.
She leaned softly against his chest: “I’m willing to give myself to you. But you did hurt me—what do you plan to do about it?”
Teasing him.
She just couldn’t resist teasing him.
“I… I can hurt myself, until you’re satisfied.”
He murmured: “No matter how much I hurt myself, it can’t make up for the harm I’ve done to you. Tian Xi, I hate myself. How could I do such beastly things?”
Tian Xi reached out and covered his thin lips.”I love how you couldn’t resist me last night, and I adore your infatuated, wild side even more. Mo Yehan, I look forward to you loving me when you’re sober next time. You’ll be gentle with me, won’t you?”
Mo Yehan stared blankly, asking foolishly, “You’re not angry?”
“Why would I be angry? You’re my husband.”
Mo Yehan froze, unable to resist lowering his head to kiss her hair and cheeks, yet hesitating to touch her lips. When sober, he was too humble, too restrained.
“Mo Yehan, good thing we don’t have classes today,” Tian Xi said softly.
Mo Yehan choked back a sob in response.
“Why are you crying again?” Little crybaby, since when did Mo Yehan become such a crybaby?
“I, I…”
“There, there, big sister will take care of you. Don’t cry, be good,” Tian Xi instinctively comforted.