er a long while, even Xing'er took the pink rose and looked at Ming Sihan with a forced smile. "Thank you! I really like it."Ming Sihan finally relaxed, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Then, shall...Su Manxue was stunned by Leng Zhujing's domineering behavior, tremblingly licking his finger.

Her every move, and his carefree nature, were worlds apart.

His MoMo, would never be so wild!

The rationality of Leng Zhujing was being pulled back, bit by bit.

She is not his MoMo, she is Su Manxue!

He was already a big star, yet he came to the nightclub. Not only that, but he even actively tried to seduce him.

What is wrong with this woman Su Manxue! Isn't she just terrible

She probably seduced him for a reason!

Leng Zhüjing decided to seize the opportunity.

"Su Manxue, this is what you brought upon yourself!" His pupils deepened a few points, his voice nearly freezing, and he firmly flipped her body over so she was facing away from him.

Su Manxue knew she had entered a wolf's den. She spat, and with her buttocks raised, she crawled forward in a dog-like posture, her body trembling and hesitant.

Leng Zhuxiang's eyes were bloodshot as he directly grabbed Su Manxue, who was trying to escape, by the ankle and pulled her back under him.

At this moment, Leng Ye Chen is still working in his study.

Although he doesn't allow his employees to work overtime and supports a good work-life balance to improve work efficiency, the boss himself often works late into the night.

If he were not staying at Yimo's place, he might stay overnight in his office.

Before that, even after Yimo left, he didn't return to his private residence.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go back, but he was afraid to.

He was afraid of going back. The scent left behind by Yimo would make him uncontrollably want to take her back again.

The study was lit only by the desk lamp, its silence broken only by the sound of turning pages.

In the bedroom, Tong Yimo was lying in bed, her brows furrowed and asleep. Her hands subconsciously clutched at the sheets, and her legs started kicking something.

Suddenly, a nightmare woke her up. She opened her eyes abruptly, sat bolt upright, and gasped for breath.

She just had a terrible nightmare!

I dreamed that my older brother died...

He left her alone again.

Thankfully, dreams and reality are opposites...

Tong Yimo lightly patted her own chest, silently comforting herself.

She woke up from her nap and looked at the empty spot beside her bed. She realized that her elder brother, Leng Yechen, hadn't come back to sleep yet. So she got out of bed, put on her slippers, and tiptoed to the study.

I want to ask my older brother to accompany her to sleep, but I'm afraid of disturbing his work.

Tong Yimo hesitated for a moment outside the study door before finally unable to contain herself and poked her little head inside: "Big brother…"

"Hmm" Leng Yechen, who was buried in his files, lifted his head. Hearing Tong Yimo's call, he instinctively looked towards the door.

The desk lamp illuminated him, casting a white glow on his silk black pajamas. The close-fitting fabric outlined his sharply defined muscles, making him both handsome and sexy.

Tong Yimò crawled on the door frame, blinking her eyes. Her index finger nervously rubbed against the edge of the door as she stammered, "It's...me..."

"How are you" Leng Yechen put down the file in his hand, crossed his arms, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked at Tong Yimo with interest.

Tong Yimò swallowed nervously, her voice soft and slow: "I... I can't sleep alone..."

Leng Ye Shen smiled knowingly, raised a hand, and beckoned to Tong Yi Mo.

Seeing her elder brother beckoning to her, Tong Yimo walked into the study as if possessed.

Actually, she really wanted to sleep. But since her older brother wasn't sleeping, she didn't seem able to fall asleep either...

As soon as Tong Yimo walked to Leng Yeshen's side, Leng Yeshen swept his arm out and directly held her waist, causing her to fall onto his thigh.

He indulgently held her in his arms, his voice soft and magnetic: "Why can't you sleep"

Tong Yimo suddenly felt a little awkward, wanting to get up and run away. As soon as her body struggled, Leng Yechen's lips curled slightly upwards, instinctively holding her even tighter.

She had no choice but to frown, her willow brows furrowing as she silently allowed Leng Ye Shen to hold her and explain: "It's... I just..."

"What are you thinking" Leng Ye's warm breath suddenly surrounded her.

When he spoke, the warm breath that escaped his lips carried a faint scent of tea, like a gentle breeze warming her ear.

Tong Yimo couldn't help but shrink her neck, wanting to avoid that ambiguous hot air.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, Tong Yimo's brain seemed to have crashed like a computer, freezing up. It was as if no matter how she moved the mouse cursor, nothing worked.

"Why aren't you speaking" Leng Ye asked softly.

At this moment, Tong Yimo could feel the warm, male lips gently biting her earlobe.

Itchy...

She wanted to dodge, but the moment her head tilted, her lips were captured by her big brother Leng Yechen.

"Ugh—" Tong Yimo widened her eyes, her hands just about to struggle when a large hand directly and domineeringly grabbed her wrists.

Cold Night didn't care whether this little woman was willing or not. He deepened the kiss, savoring the taste. His other hand unconsciously reached under her nightgown.

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