Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When Eleven woke up, she opened her eyes to see a somewhat dark room with little light entering it, making it seem as though it was nighttime. She looked around. This was not the hotel. Was this actually… Mo Ye’s room?
She had come here once before and it left a very deep impression on her. She flipped herself and was a little surprised. She thought Mo Ye would bring her to the hotel. She then gently rubbed her eyes but did not see Mo Ye in the room. When she got up, she was suddenly in shock as she did not know who had changed her clothes. Now, she was in a thin white sleeping robe that was short enough to end above her kneecaps, revealing her two pale legs. The sleeping robe also felt loose due to the very loosely tied waistband.
Eleven quickly adjusted her waistband and tied a loose knot. She also undid her hair and allowed it to flow down her shoulders. Eleven was a little frustrated at how deeply she slept and did not wake up to such a commotion. Was she too tired or too trusting of him?
She lifted the sheets and stood on the floor barefooted before walking over to pull open the curtains, allowing the blinding sunlight to enter the room. Her eyes felt a little uncomfortable and she took a while to get used to it.
It was actually noontime! She must have slept so deeply. She did not know how long she had slept.
A fountain and beautiful flowers downstairs made for a very wide field of view and it seemed extremely beautiful. The uplifting scenery uplifted her mood. Few were able to even get close to the Mo brothers’ mansion which had a stunningly beautiful courtyard that was eerily silent. She frowned as she did not know whether Big Boss Mo had deliberately instructed people to stay away so that she would naturally wake up.
Eleven tucked her lips and entered the bathroom to freshen herself. She did not have clothes to wear and did not know where her clothes went. Eleven gritted her teeth. Even if her clothes were washed, they should have dried up since there were no more clothes on the balcony.
Where had he gone to?
Eleven looked around a few places curiously but to no avail and gave up. She opened the door, and there was nobody in the stairway. She raised her eyebrows before closing the door and returning to the bed to close her eyes.
She felt better after sleeping for a moment and could not sleep anymore. Eleven was also slightly hungry and somewhat displeased. Where were her clothes?
When she called Mo Ye, she heard his ringtone in the room and turned to see his cell phone on the table. Eleven hung up the phone. F***, he didn’t bring his phone out.
Where had he gone to?
What if he deliberately confiscated her clothes so that she could not run? Eleven thought sinisterly as she looked at Mo Ye’s wardrobe. Eleven felt conflicted. Looking at their difference in height, Mo Ye’s clothes were not suitable for her.
But as she thought about it now, she could not go around in a sleeping robe that barely covered her. Almost all of her was visible.
Eleven hesitated for a moment before getting up and opening Mo Ye’s wardrobe which only had clothing in black, grey, and white. His choices of color perfectly matched her aesthetics.
But…
These clothes seemed especially large.
They were unsuitable for her.
One wondered whether he still had his clothes from his teenage days. Eleven mused to herself as she rummaged through his wardrobe in slight frustration. She finally found a white shirt that was a tad smaller, along with a pair of tight-fitting jeans.
Big Boss Mo wore jeans? This was really… Eleven touched her forehead. The jeans, based on its color, seemed to be from quite a long time ago. She made some comparisons and their height differences finally hit home. Said jeans were too long, and the jeans she wore were…
Forget it. It was always better to have than not to have. If push came to shove, she would have to roll the jeans up.
Eleven, being too lazy to enter the bathroom, pulled the curtains and took off her sleeping clothes. She then got into the white shirt.
She looked at the much longer sleeve and lower hem in a headache and was lost for words. While it did not seem particularly large, why did it feel so large when she wore it?
It was so long it could become a skirt!
Eleven rolled up the sleeves and folded them. There was a sudden noise at the door, and she turned around to see Big Boss Mo’s svelte figure at the door.
Mo Ye was taken aback. He did not expect to leave for a moment and return to this wonderful scene: his beloved woman, who had long, smooth hair and whose beautiful face was slightly red, was in his white shirt, revealing her white slender legs. She, barefooted, looked extremely charming as her toes were curled in slight unease. The top of her unbuttoned shirt revealed her beautiful collarbone and pale skin.
She looked damn sexy!
The sleeping robe scattered on the floor made for a charming and alluring scene as well. Mo Ye, seeing all this, felt his blood race. His pitch-black eyes darkened and showed a hint of hunger.
This was so charming and tempting to any man. As he thought about how the shirt tightly clung to her, Mo Ye felt his blood race downward. A dangerous desire burned in his eyes.
Eleven was shocked. She was focused on changing her clothes and did not notice him approaching. Mo Ye thought that she had not woken up and deliberately walked gently without startling her. Eleven felt her face become red…
She looked down at her feet and pulled the lower hem of her shirt, hoping it would cover a bit more of her skin and forgot to wear the jeans.
She felt that she had to explain herself. “Uh, I did not intentionally ransack your wardrobe. It’s just that…”
“I know!” Mo Ye sounded a little more serious as he slowly walked toward Eleven whose face became redder. While she was used to killing and death, she was, however, as innocent as a sheet of paper and could not see the lurking desire which burned in Mo Ye’s eyes. His intense gaze gave her goose bumps and made her extremely nervous.
Eleven, for some reason, looked at him draw close in a daze as though she were some rabbit that was ripe for the picking by the big bad wolf. Her innocent, yet cold, gaze aroused Mo Ye even more.
Eleven felt herself pull the lower hem of the shirt even harder. Her toes wriggled uneasily, and she could not help but swallow her saliva.
The temperature soared despite the air conditioner being turned on. Eleven felt herself becoming warmer as he looked at her. What was wrong with what she wore? She was clearly better off than being in that sleeping robe.
“Where are my clothes? If you do not like me wearing your clothes, I can change…”
“No!” Mo Ye seriously interrupted her before she could complete her words. An interesting look flashed in his eyes. “I just f***ing love it.”
Mo Ye suddenly reached out and hooked her by her waist before slamming the door of the wardrobe and pinning her on the wardrobe as he planted his lips on hers…