When Mo Jue returned to his room, Ye Wei was having an afternoon nap. As their bedroom had a larger balcony, it also had a long reclining chair which Ye Wei would enjoy the sun on.
Since her leg made it convenient for her to move, she was also lazy to walk around and instead preferred to laze outside, either sleeping or reading a book.
Mo Jue did not quite want to patronize Ye Wei’s interests as she had some very interesting preferences. When it came to reading, she would read horror novels, tomb-raiding novels, or some interesting collections instead of garden-variety magazines, fashion magazines, etc. Last night, Eleven even managed to compile a handbook of collectibles for her.
The handbook contained a list of treasures, their purposes, values, and even accompanying burial items and their corresponding graves from major museums in Europe and North America.
She was not interested in the collections but how to access these collections. She told her that she would take on the museums once her leg had recovered.
That was her hobby all along.
Mo Jue sat next to Ye Wei, who was in a deep sleep. As the evening approached, the temperature began to drop. The setting sun cast a sheen of light on her face, making her look gentle and extremely beautiful. Her long hair was splayed on the reclining chair. She looked slightly lazy. Her collar was somewhat open, showing much of her pale skin. Seeing her as gentle as a sheep when sleeping, gentleness pooled in Mo Jue’s purple eyes. While she seemed especially lovable when she slept, he knew well that it was all a facade.
Just as he was about to stroke her face, Ye Wei woke up. While she was typically a light sleeper, she felt especially safe this time and became less alert thanks to recent peaceful days.
If that wasn’t the case, him opening the door would have startled her.
“I’m back…” Just as she was about to get up, Mo Jue hugged her and sat her up while carefully avoiding her leg. He then sat down on the reclining chair, raised its height, and hugged Ye Wei.
Ye Wei’s familiar scent reached Mo Jue when she naughtily rubbed her head against his nape. Mo Jue condoned her nonsense until she bit his chin. He softly yelped and pinched her waist.
“You went to see Sister Beautiful?”
“Yup. Beauty Mom is quite pitiful too, and I do not blame her at all,” Mo Jue gently said before kissing Ye Wei’s hair. “Wei Wei, can I remain by your side?”
“You mean the day we meet Kahn?”
“Yes. I feel really uneasy that you are here,” Mo Jue said as he cupped her face. “When I do not see you, I often fear that I would lose you,” he said with calm purple eyes.
“You’re sure getting all silly here. With Su Man and Bai Ye here, there are insufficient people on my master’s side. If I go and you don’t, doesn’t this clearly tell Kahn that you are at the residence? When I received information about it, I immediately came over. And do not forget how his hatred for me runs deeper than that toward my master. That said, I can’t shirk my responsibility from either his mutation or his lost eyesight.” Ye Wei gently smiled.
“Hmmph. Didn’t he take out a leg of yours too? Seems like quits to me, so what does he have against you?” Mo Jue coldly harrumphed.
Ye Wei only smiled in return. Mo Jue could not help but hug her tighter with growing uneasiness. He was afraid that his slight carelessness would put Ye Wei in danger once again.
“Why didn’t I see you get so worried about me back then?”
“Your leg was fine back then,” Mo Jue said.
“You fool!” Ye Wei smiled alluringly and slightly wriggled her body in his embrace. She then pulled his head down and kissed him on the lips. Mo Jue was slightly taken aback, and he single-handedly increased the inclination of the back of the chair whilst kissing her passionately. He took the initiative and stopped her from speaking.
Ye Wei was long accustomed to his not-so-gentle kisses and how frequently he kissed her. He suddenly went slightly on the tip of her tongue while looking at her deeply with his purple eyes. Wei Wei… His Wei Wei, whose pale face, beautiful eyes, and features were long engraved in his very body. He really did not know why he, for no reason, would love someone with an easy-come-easy-go attitude to the point he was afraid she would be gone when he let go of her.
Under such intense scrutiny, Ye Wei felt her face flush, slightly embarrassed despite her thick skin. “Why are you looking at me this way?”
Mo Jue did not respond and instead gently touched her lips, outlining them, before gently sucking on her tongue. He had never kissed her so tenderly before, and Ye Wei felt her heart almost leap out of her.
This heart-rending bizarreness left her extremely baffled and… aroused.
He kissed Ye Wei so carefully and tenderly as though she were some fragile treasure, whereas Ye Wei, in spite of her slightly abnormal heartbeat, endured his gentleness. Due to her posture, she conveniently sat slightly taller so that he could kiss her more easily. She ran a hand through his hair.
“Mo Jue, what’s up with you?” Ye Wei pushed him away slightly and could not help but ask what was wrong with him. Given who Second Master Mo was, when was he so gentle before?
“Don’t you like it?”
“It’s not that. I thought you were triggered.” Ye Wei could not help but laugh. Mo Jue suddenly held her back and savored her hungrily as though he, through his initiative and how he kissed, was about to take her breath away.
She was lost in his kisses to the point she was extremely afraid of how she would fall into the abyss with the slightest carelessness. She was as afraid of how she would completely lose herself with the slightest indiscretion but could not bear that charming temptation.
Very well, then. She had to admit that a less-than-normal Mo Jue was still her Mo Jue nonetheless. It’s just that an overly gentle Mo Jue would cause her to suspect whether he was possessed…
“Wei Wei, I want you.” Mo Jue landed a warm kiss on her ear as he ran his hands underneath her clothes…
Ye Wei was slightly shocked and secretly wondered how many undergarments that brute had damaged. When she was in Italy, he was always impatient and would either rip or tear at them. While she had said once too often she would not allow him in her bed if he were that rough, she could not keep up with his overtures…
Even she felt aghast.