She asked sweetly and softly, “Are you okay?”
The boy cried, “No, I need your kiss.”
The young girl gently cupped his cheeks. His breathing grew heavier, unable to hold back any longer, all his restraint vanishing completely.
He murmured, “I love you so much, baby.”
Tian Xi didn’t dare touch him and tried to pull away.
The man’s eyes were red at the corners: “Shouldn’t you take responsibility after teasing me?”
His hoarse voice washed over Tian Xi…
“So good, I love you so much, baby.” His kisses grew more insistent.
Tian Xi’s mind was filled with the doctor’s words: Your boyfriend might not be able to have a marital life. But, what is this? Could it be a medical miracle?
The next day.
Tian Xi woke up to find Mo Yehan already up, wearing a simple white T-shirt that made him so handsome it made her legs weak.
Her voice was hoarse as she spoke: “You’re up so early.”
The young man said contentedly: “I have to meet my manager. I made breakfast for you, remember to eat.”
After speaking, he kissed her cheek: “Be good, I’ll be home tonight.”
Tian Xi lazily hummed in agreement, turned over and went back to sleep, muttering softly that his stamina was too good—he had kept her up all night but could still wake up so early. So impressive.
For a long time after that, Mo Yehan was busy recording Idol Trainee at the television station and attending singing and dancing training at the company, unable to accompany Tian Xi.
When the Idol Trainee variety show burst onto the scene.
Mo Yehan became an idol for thousands of girls overnight. In just three episodes, he became the new top star in the entertainment industry.
His rise to fame was swift and unstoppable.
No one had expected it.
During the show’s broadcast, Mo Yehan finally got a break and could return home to rest.
He was anxious, unsure how his Little Princess would feel about him dancing in a tank top and tight pants in front of so many people. Every time he finished an intense dance, his body would be covered in sweat, exuding intense desire, which made him deeply embarrassed and uncomfortable. He was afraid the Little Princess watching on screen wouldn’t like it.
Online, millions of fans had already given him a name—Cold Desire God—and began editing and creating videos of him sweating and panting, with his eyes red at the corners, saying he was irresistibly seductive and seemed born from desire.
Initially, his manager had insisted he take on a cold and alluring persona because of his devilishly handsome looks. Now, everything was going as planned, and the manager treated Mo Yehan like a god of wealth to be worshipped.
When Mo Yehan requested a few days off to go home, his manager Jiang Shuai agreed without hesitation.
He arrived home and pushed the door open.
In the living room, Tian Xi was holding her phone, browsing fan-made videos of Mo Yehan paired with popular female celebrities. Admittedly, they looked exceptionally well-matched. Those female celebrities were all stunningly beautiful, truly peerless in the mortal world, but Mo Yehan didn’t pale in comparison when paired with them. Instead, he drew even more attention.
Mo Yehan was both alluring and seductive, fresh and clean. At this rate, he would win first place in the variety show, then become the top star in the entertainment industry, with fame and fortune easily within his grasp.
He was shining brightly, while she was still just an ordinary person. Would he stop liking her?
At this thought, her tears fell uncontrollably.
She was jealous, fiercely jealous, and Mo Yehan wasn’t even by her side right now? She couldn’t help but wonder if he was having a meal or a date with some female celebrity. Would he gently hug and kiss that female star?Seeing this, Mo Yehan, who had been standing at the door, rushed over and held her tightly, his heart aching. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the video playing on her phone—a clip of him paired with another female celebrity.
He immediately stammered an explanation, “I have no relationship with them—none now, and none in the future.”
Tian Xi was overjoyed by his sudden return home. “Why are you back?”
He held her closer, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion. “I missed you so much, really missed you. I felt like I was dying, wondering if my decision to become a celebrity was right. Little Princess, I don’t want to be a star anymore. How about I stay home with you every day?”
He was so talented; how could she clip the wings of his ambition?
“Baby, I really want to see you shine brightly on stage. So many people adore you—I believe it will heal you.”
He was introverted, cold, and insecure. Being in an environment where everyone loved him would likely help his condition improve a lot.
“But not seeing my Little Princess hurts so much. Here, feel it if you don’t believe me.” He guided her hand to his chest, his eyes reddening at the corners, voice trembling.
Tian Xi could feel his body shivering.
Just a light touch from her made him tremble like this—so different from the aloof, captivating persona he displayed on stage.
“Mo Yehan, your abs are so beautiful,” she marveled.
His abs had already been perfect before, but after the recent intensive training, they were absolutely stunning.
The boy had matured into a young man.
A man adored by millions of fans.
She was going crazy over him too.
His voice was already as hoarse as it could get. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he whispered, “Baby, let me kiss you, okay?”
Tian Xi gave a soft hum of agreement.
He breathed heavily and kissed her deeply. “Baby, you’re so sweet, so fragrant. Have you been good lately?”
His eyes narrowed. She was so adorable, so well-behaved, so beautiful—he didn’t want her going out where others might covet her.
The thought of other men looking at her with greedy eyes made him radiate hostility, his possessiveness flaring intensely.
“I’ve been very good, just staying home watching your variety shows. I really want to cheer for you in person,” Tianxi said obediently.
The hostility around Mo Yehan faded, replaced by tenderness. “Okay, I’ll have my agent get you tickets. There are three more competitions—you must come cheer for me. I’ll perform my best for you.”
“Yehan, you’re so incredibly handsome. I spotted you right away among all the trainees—tall, upright, with that cool, captivating aura. You’re definitely going to be number one, right?”
“Does Baby really want me to be number one?” Mo Yehan murmured.
“Yes, you’ve always been number one. You’ll be number one here too. You’ll forever be number one in my heart.”
“Alright, I’ll win the championship. So what reward will Baby give me?”
He sat her on his lap, resting his head on her shoulder, breathing softly.
Inhaling the sweet fragrance from his Little Princess—it was so soothing, so comforting, easing his tense nerves.
He thought to himself, tonight he wouldn’t need to suffer from insomnia or take any medication; his little fairy could heal him.
Tian Xi blinked. “Me.”
Hearing this, Mo Yehan instinctively tightened his embrace around her. This was the best reward, the one he desired most.
“Yehan, it hurts…” He was holding her too tightly.
Mo Yehan said gently, “Baby’s body is so soft, so delicate—what should I do?”Tianxi felt shy. He was really too charming, quite different from the previously withdrawn and insecure version of himself, yet she found herself loving him even more—how did that happen?
“During the show, I practiced dancing intensely and ended up injuring myself. The dance coach taught me some massage techniques to relax. Let me give you a massage, okay?”
Tianxi: “?!”
“Once I become the champion, I’ll come back to claim my reward,” he whispered hoarsely by her ear, his hand gripping her slender waist.
She was completely defenseless against him.
Whimpering inwardly, she wondered how this aloof male god, revered by thousands of fans as cold and desireless, could be so irresistibly charming and wolfish at home.
“Let me help you, baby,” he pleaded softly. “Please say yes, okay, baby?”