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"Who says lips have no consciousness? Have you ever thought that only they know? How would you know?" Mo Ming said with a mischievous smile as he reached out to caress Lin Yuan'er's smooth face, his gaze piercing into her eyes.
"Then do you know what they want?" Lin Yuan'er asked softly.
"I do." Mo Ming slowly kissed her fiery red lips and then smiled, saying, "They told me they really miss me and hope I kiss them well."
"Brother Mo, you're so bad. Clearly, it's you who is thinking of naughty things, yet you say it's them," Lin Yuan'er pouted.
"That's the truth, okay? Is that not allowed? If you don't believe me, let's kiss again. If they didn't want to, they wouldn't close," Mo Ming said seriously before kissing Lin Yuaner's fiery, sensual lips once more.
At first, Lin Yuaner's red lips were still closed, but soon Mo Ming conquered her heart and opened her lips.
The two shared a passionate kiss for a while, and Mo Ming planned to carry Lin Yuan'er to the room. However, just as he was about to exert strength, he realized his body was covered in injuries; how could he use much force?
"Hehe, Brother Mo, if you can't carry me, then don't. It wouldn't be good if you hurt your back," Lin Yuan'er teased, tilting her head provocatively.
"Little girl, how can you talk like that? What do you mean I can't carry you? What do you mean it wouldn't be good if I hurt my back? Do you think I'm an old man?" Mo Ming glared at Lin Yuan'er unhappily.
"No, I'm just worried about you getting hurt," Lin Yuan'er replied.
"Just for that sentence, I must carry you back to the room and properly educate you on how to treat your husband correctly," Mo Ming said with determination. Ignoring any pain, he gritted his teeth and picked up Lin Yuan'er.
Lin Yuan'er did not expect Mo Ming to insist on carrying her. A hint of worry flashed in her eyes as she hurriedly said, "Brother Mo, I was just teasing you. You have injuries; don’t carry me anymore. Put me down."
"Don't worry; my back is strong enough! Even if I'm injured, I can still carry you! Once we get back to the room, I must educate you properly; otherwise, how will I manage you in the future?" Mo Ming said seriously without any intention of putting Lin Yuan'er down as he carried her upstairs.
Lin Yuan'er shyly buried her head in his embrace, not daring to resist at all. She was afraid that if she resisted, it would worsen Mo Ming's injuries.
In fact, Mo Ming's injuries were indeed severe. When he let go of Lin Yuan'er, a wave of pain swept over his entire body, causing him to lie on the bed unable to move.
In this situation, Mo Ming had no malicious thoughts; he simply lay quietly on the bed, waiting for the pain to subside.
"Does it still hurt? If it's really painful, we should go to the hospital and get it checked out. We don't want to leave any hidden issues; that wouldn't be good," Lin Yuan'er said, feeling a pang in her heart and wanting to cry.
When she lifted Mo Ming's shirt, she discovered that many parts of his body were bruised and swollen. These were just external injuries; what hurt Mo Ming the most were the internal injuries from Luo Qianshan's heavy blows, which would take time to heal.
"It's fine; as long as I rest well for a while, I'll be okay. Actually, this is quite nice; I finally have a reason to slow down. During this time, I can spend more time with you," Mo Ming said lightly, stroking Lin Yuan'er's hair and smiling. He said this just to avoid making her worry.
After all, the injuries were his own; there was no need for those around him to feel "hurt" as well. Mo Ming, who often lived on the edge, didn't like sharing his pain with others. He was like a wolf—fierce in battle and united with his comrades but healing alone when injured.
Given Mo Ming's current state, it was unlikely that he could engage in intimate activities with Lin Yuan'er. This left him feeling extremely frustrated. Finally able to rest, he found himself on leave but unable to indulge in any mischief. It was hard for a young man like Mo Ming to bear!
"If it takes this for you to slow down, I'd rather not have you accompany me. I don't want to see you hurt. Every time I see you like this, it makes me feel terrible; I feel as if those injuries are on me, and it hurts so much that I want to cry," Lin Yuan'er shook her head and said. "Brother Mo, can you please be more careful in the future? I don't want you to get hurt again."
"I understand. I'll try my best not to get hurt again."
The matter wasn't resolved yet; Mo Ming couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't get hurt again. However, he didn't want Lin Yuan'er to worry, so he could only promise to try his best.
"Brother Mo, you must be tired too, right? Since you have some time now, just lie down here and take a nap," Lin Yuan'er said. She was not a foolish woman; she understood the meaning behind Mo Ming's words but chose not to elaborate further.
She had a lot to do, and until those tasks were completed, danger was certainly still present. However, Mo Ming could guarantee that he would try his best to avoid injury, which was enough to satisfy Lin Yuan'er.
"I want to hold you while I sleep." Mo Ming hugged Lin Yuan'er tightly.
"Okay, I'll let you hold me..." Lin Yuan'er shyly nodded and reached out her hands to gently embrace Mo Ming.
...
Mo Ming held Lin Yuan'er and quietly slept for about two hours before waking up. Looking at the sleeping Lin Yuan'er in his arms, he couldn't help but lean down to kiss her forehead.
"Mm... Brother Mo, why did you wake up so soon? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?" Lin Yuan'er groggily opened her eyes and saw Mo Ming looking at her with a smile on his lips as she stretched lazily.
"I just woke up naturally; there's nothing I can do about it. Yuan, if you're tired, you can continue to sleep," Mo Ming affectionately stroked Lin Yuan'er's hair and then caressed her delicate face.
"I'm not tired. Staying here all day has made me lazy; all I've done is sleep, and it's so boring. I really want to start working soon," Lin Yuan'er shook her head and pouted in complaint.
"Yuan, just hold on a little longer. At this time, I don't want you all to go out because I don't want you to get hurt," Mo Ming said with guilt. "I will finish things as soon as possible. Once I really get everything done, you won't have to worry about any danger."
"Okay, Brother Mo, I hope you finish your tasks quickly so that you can spend more time with us. You have no idea what it's like to be on edge all day," Lin Yuan'er buried her head in Mo Ming's chest, enjoying the sense of security and warmth from his solid chest.
"Once everything is done, we will get married. The three of us will hold a wedding together; it should make everyone envious. I have three beautiful wives!" Mo Ming chuckled.
"If we really have a wedding together, those annoying media will definitely make a big deal out of it. I don't like those people spreading rumors," Lin Yuan'er pouted playfully. "As long as Brother Mo has a place for me in your heart, that's enough. I don't care about weddings."
Women are probably most concerned about weddings. Lin Yuan'er’s words of indifference are truly insincere; she longs for a grand wedding to announce that she is Mo Ming's woman, but she does not want to put Mo Ming in a difficult position.
After all, Mo Ming does not belong to her alone. She cannot selfishly demand that Mo Ming give her a wedding just for herself, but if three people hold a wedding at the same time, she worries that the media will take the opportunity to sensationalize it.
"You, Lian Lian, and Qianqian are all my women. I treat each of my women equally. I will not let any of you suffer; I would rather disappoint the whole world than let you down!" Mo Ming said, reaching out to gently scratch Lin Yuan'er's nose with a smile. "Don't overthink it, okay? No matter what happens, I will stand in front of you and shield you from the storm."
"Okay," Lin Yuan'er replied.
As it approached six o'clock, Murong Lian and Zhu Hanying returned from outside. Sikong Zhenghao's hands were full of shopping bags, and judging by the expression on his face, he was clearly exhausted by the whims of these women.
After putting away the items, Sikong Zhenghao left. While Murong Lian was organizing the shoes, she noticed Mo Ming's shoes set aside and couldn't help but smile with joy. Without caring about anything else, she hurried to Mo Ming's room.
When she opened the door, Murong Lian thought Mo Ming would be inside, but seeing the empty room filled her face with disappointment. Just as she was about to leave the room, Mo Ming and Lin Yuan'er happened to come out.
"Uh, Lian Lian, you're back from shopping," Mo Ming said as he walked over and affectionately rubbed Murong Lian's shoulder. "Are you tired? Let me give you a massage!"
"Hmph, why are you so attentive as soon as we meet?" Murong Lian said with a mix of amusement and frustration. She felt a twinge of disappointment when she saw Mo Ming coming out of Lin Yuan'er’s room.
It wasn't that Murong Lian couldn't stand seeing Mo Ming being affectionate with Lin Yuan'er; rather, she felt that Mo Ming did not pay enough attention to her. Otherwise, why wouldn't he have told her he was back?
"This isn't flattery; I just saw you looked a bit tired from shopping and felt sorry for you, so naturally I want to give you a massage!" Mo Ming chuckled. "So how about it? My massage technique isn’t bad, right? Don’t just stand there; hurry up and lie down on the bed so I can give you a full-body treatment!"
Halfway through his words, Mo Ming started getting cheeky again. As soon as "full-body treatment" was mentioned, Murong Lian understood immediately and felt both angry and shy. Before she could respond, Lin Yuan'er laughed and said, "Sister Lian, don’t listen to Brother Mo. Even if you agree now, Brother Mo won’t be able to help you with that."
"Yuan, how can you talk like that? Why can't I do it?" Mo Ming rolled his eyes.
"Brother Mo, that's the truth! It doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it. Hehe, if you could do it, then why didn't you just do something bad earlier?" Lin Yuan'er said with a grin.
"Yuan'er, are you implying that Mo Ming's capabilities are failing?" Murong Lian chuckled maliciously.
"...You two little girls can gloat while I'm injured, but just wait until I recover; you'll see!" Mo Ming said with frustration.
"Hmph, we'll be waiting! Who's afraid of whom?" Murong Lian puffed out her chest and provocatively replied.
"Sister Lian, let's not make fun of Brother Mo. He's currently an injured man, and we should treat him better," Lin Yuan'er said as she pulled Murong Lian's hand.
Upon hearing that Mo Ming was injured, Murong Lian's playful demeanor faded, and she looked at him with concern. "Where are you hurt? Have you been to the hospital?"
"This little injury doesn't require a hospital visit. Instead of hanging out with nurses at the hospital, I'd rather stay home and nurture my relationship with my lovely wife. I'm a good man who doesn't cheat!"
Mo Ming wrapped his left arm around Murong Lian and his right arm around Lin Yuan'er. "Qianqian is pregnant; she definitely can't take care of me anymore. You two need to look after me well, or else I'll be off to the hospital to hang out with nurses."
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