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When Sheng Yuan's body temperature was transmitted to Lin Mingmo through that big hand, she jumped back a big step like a frightened little rabbit.

"You...you..." Lin Mingmo stuttered.

Her fair skin was tinged with red, and her eyes were filled with moisture.

The fire in Sheng Yuan's heart was completely ignited.

I can't hold it in anymore.

He strode into the room and walked up to Lin Mingmo in an instant while she was still in a daze.

He placed one hand on the back of her head and the other hand held her chin, bending her body slightly.

His breathing was heavy, and his strong possessiveness seemed to crush her.

Lin Mingmo opened her eyes wide in disbelief, her pupils dilated, reflecting Sheng Yuan's handsome yet lustful face.

"I..." Lin Mingmo just opened her mouth to utter a word, and the next moment, Sheng Yuan interrupted all her questions and resistance.

The surging longing and jealousy were vented out through this kiss.

Lin Mingmo was almost unable to feel anything else in this world.

Although she tried to resist, she knew clearly that her body seemed to be longing for something.

She could hardly stand, feeling like a fish washed ashore by the waves, suffocating and hot, and just wanted to grab oxygen from his breath.

Thoughts and reason are in tatters.

This kiss lasted for a long time, deep and shallow.

Sheng Yuan's hand slid down and rubbed Lin Mingmo's back through the thin cloth.

Just as he continued to intensify his attack and his palm touched Lin Mingmo's skin, Lin Mingmo woke up from her dream.

She pushed him away with force.

Sheng Yuan was caught off guard and staggered back a few steps.

He lowered his head slightly, his deep eyes half hidden in his hair.

He raised his hand and gently stroked his thumb across his thin but slightly swollen lips, as if he was still not satisfied.

Lin Mingmo was breathing heavily.

She wanted to slap Sheng Yuan, and she wanted to slap herself even more.

How could I not control myself?

Sheng Yuan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So... I'm not the only one who can't forget it."

Lin Mingmo's breathing gradually became heavier.

She shook her head in denial, "What do you mean by lingering on it?! I wish it had never happened!"

"Then you just..."

"I... I didn't react!" Lin Mingmo argued without any confidence.

She and he both knew that the kiss was lingering and tacit, and without either person's cooperation, it would not last that long.

Sheng Yuan's gaze paused for a moment, then he slowly approached Lin Mingmo.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The steps were light, but every step seemed to step into Lin Mingmo's heart.

She screamed in her heart: No! No!

The Lin family’s planning for more than ten years cannot be ruined because of her selfishness!

"Lin Mingmo, it's not shameful to admit that you like me." Sheng Yuan's voice was as hoarse as if it contained a mouthful of sand. "While I still have patience..."

"I don't like you!" Lin Mingmo covered her ears and retorted loudly in embarrassment.

Sheng Yuan was not angry at all.

Women always like to say the opposite of what they mean.

It was obvious that Lin Mingmo's body was honest just now.

She obviously doesn't mind.

At least it wasn't as disgusting as she said.

"Enough!" Lin Mingmo said angrily, "I don't want to see you! Get out of here right now!"

Sheng Yuan stopped.

He put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head, and stared at Lin Mingmo's face, which turned red with shame and anger.

"Lin Mingmo, you have no right to chase me away from here, right?" Sheng Yuan said with a faint smile, "You should have seen He Manman. She has lived here for two years."

Lin Mingmo's heart was moved, but she still said stubbornly: "So what?"

"Lin Mingmo, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm sincere?" Sheng Yuan stared at her, his voice deep and tinged with anger. "According to your plan, lying dormant for a few years, you'll only be tortured to a point where you'd rather die than live."

Although Sheng Yuan has a playboy face and a reputation for being a playboy, he is indeed sincere.

He wanted her.

I also want to pull her out of the abyss.

"Do you think Sheng Yang is a pushover?"

Sheng Yuan looked deeply and warned Lin Mingmo again.

However, at this moment, Lin Mingmo could not understand what Sheng Yuan meant by "life is worse than death".

She was just thinking that Sheng Yang hadn't done anything substantial except speaking louder and behaving indifferently.

Lin Mingmo shook her head, a wry smile on her face, "What can I do..."

Does she have a choice?

"Sheng Yuan, you know my situation." Lin Mingmo raised her eyes and looked at Sheng Yuan. "If you are really sincere as you say, please don't become an obstacle to my goal."

"I, Lin Mingmo, don't want to bear any more bad reputation."

After saying that, Lin Mingmo ran towards her little room as if escaping.

As for Sheng Yuan, love him however you want.

She couldn't care less.

Sheng Yuan was silent for a long time, and suddenly understood the struggle in Lin Mingmo's heart.

No matter how things started, as long as Lin Mingmo was with him, the one who was "fickle", "shameless" and "deliberately seducing" must be her.

Lin Mingmo has been forced to bear some unwarranted accusations.

She didn't want to take on more.

Sheng Yuan felt somewhat relieved, raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked out.

Everything is calm.

But Lin Mingmo's heart was extremely restless.

It was as if a hole had been broken in the hard shell surrounding the heart.

Lin Mingmo covered her chest and breathed hard, trying to mend the small cut.

She glanced at the small room and the bare bed, and a nameless anger surged in her heart.

"Don't you think of me as a nanny?" Lin Mingmo muttered to herself, "Then come and see how good I am at doing housework."

Lin Mingmo was busy the whole afternoon.

She took revenge for what He Manman did to her this morning.

She soaked all the bedding in all the rooms, and even turned out the spare mattresses in the cupboard and wet them.

After doing all this, Lin Mingmo was exhausted and lay on the hard bed, gasping for breath.

A satisfied smile on his face.

Their beds had been unusable for at least two days.

This incident diluted the uneasiness that Sheng Yuan brought to Lin Mingmo's heart and temporarily diverted her attention.

In the evening, Sheng Yang and He Manman returned home talking and laughing.

Following behind him were a dozen or so staff members who were responsible for delivering the various jewelry, clothes and bags that they had shopped for today.

Both of them temporarily forgot that there was another person in the house.

He Manman acted like a hostess, skillfully directing those people to deliver the things to the cloakroom.

"Ayang, my feet are so sore after a whole day of shopping," He Manman complained delicately, taking off her shoes and sitting on the sofa. "CL's shoes are like torture instruments, but they're so beautiful...ah!"

He Manman suddenly screamed and jumped up from the sofa.

Sheng Yang quickly stepped forward, took He Manman into his arms, and asked with concern, "Manman, what's wrong?"

He Manman pouted and whimpered aggrievedly, "Sofa...sofa..."

Sheng Yang bent down and reached out to touch the sofa, and felt his hand was wet.

His face suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and called out the name, "Lin! Ming! Mo!"