The kiss wasn't forceful; it was gentle.

Gentle to the core.

He entwined his lips and tongue with hers, caressing them repeatedly.

Lu Zhiwei was in a daze from the kiss, her hands pressed against his chest, her eyes closed as she succumbed to his charms.

Just as Shen Jinmo's hand climbed up her slender waist, about to proceed to the next step.

Lu Zhiwei opened her watery eyes slightly and pushed him away forcefully.

Shen Jinmo was like a discarded item, lifted up by Lu Zhiwei and placed in a corner of the bed.

Shen Jinmo slowly sat up and asked her, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhiwei covered her face, turned her back, and remained silent.

Shen Jinmo hugged her from behind, thinking he had done something wrong. He held her shoulders and turned her over: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Lu Zhiwei poked her heart with her finger: "It's here. It doesn't feel right."

Shen Jinmo stared at the direction she was pointing, his cold eyes momentarily frozen.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, extinguishing the burning fire completely.

The desire to continue vanished completely.

If the heart is closed, no amount of effort can get in.

"Give me some time, let me mentally prepare myself." Lu Zhiwei turned her body away again, not daring to look directly into Shen Jinmo's dark eyes.

His eyes were like sparkling stars, deep and captivating.

When she first met him, he was attracted to her eyes.

She was no different.

But she is no longer the infatuated girl she once was.

She thinks things through carefully and assesses the situation before doing anything.

Her reason told her that she could not delay any longer. What she and Shen Jinmo were trying to do was not to engage in romantic escapades between men and women, but to find a way to save their son An'an as soon as possible.

But her body was inexplicably rejecting Shen Jinmo from going any further.

So Lu Zhiwei started brainwashing herself frantically in bed, like a monk chanting sutras.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Shen Jinmo's eyes deepened, as if he were sighing.

I got up, went outside to the terrace, and lit a cigarette.

Later, he went to the restroom again.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Not long after, Shen Jinmo came out wrapped in a bathrobe, his body enveloped in white mist.

He sat down by the bed.

A large hand covered her shoulder.

The slightly cool touch made Lu Zhiwei involuntarily shiver: "Cold."

His hands are so cold.

Did I just take a cold shower?

"Then let me rub my hands together to warm them up." Shen Jinmo withdrew his hands and quickly rubbed them together.

Once his hands were warm, he covered her slender shoulders and gently and rhythmically massaged her neck and shoulders.

Lu Zhiwei's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and she lay on the bed with her beautiful eyes slightly closed.

So comfortable!

"When did you learn that? I didn't expect you to have the potential to be a massage therapist." Lu Zhiwei chatted with Shen Jinmo while enjoying the massage.

As long as they stopped trying to do that, their atmosphere remained relatively harmonious.

"I don't serve others." Shen Jinmo curled his thin lips arrogantly.

"We've finished the warm-up, shall we continue?" Shen Jinmo suddenly stopped, leaned down, and whispered tentatively in her ear.

Lu Zhiwei gripped the bed sheet, her mind racing.

"I……"

"If you can't do it, don't force yourself. No one can force you to do anything you don't want to do anymore." Shen Jingmo stood up and pulled his bathrobe tighter.

Actually, he had already convinced himself while he was taking a shower in the bathroom.

He wouldn't force her to open up if she wasn't willing to.

“But…” Lu Zhiwei lowered her head, hesitating to speak.

“There are many ways to save An’an.” Shen Jingmo sat down on the sofa and took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the coffee table.

He wanted to smoke; the taste of nicotine could suppress his irritable and depressed mood.

However, in order to prevent the room from being filled with the smell of smoke and causing her the harm of secondhand smoke.

He just fiddled with the cigarette, without lighting it.

"Yes, there are many ways. The simplest and most direct one is for you to come to the hospital with me."

With no need to try that thing again, Lu Zhiwei felt relaxed and happy.

She got out of bed and went to Shen Jinmo's side, took the cigarette from his hand, and brought him a glass of water.

What are you going to the hospital for?

"You only need to provide the sperm. I can do IVF, which can also improve the quality of the embryos."

"..." Shen Jinmo stared at her with deep eyes.

After a long silence, he was so angry at her that he laughed.

"That's certainly a good idea. But... there's an even better way."

Lu Zhiwei's eyes suddenly widened and lit up: "Tell me about it."

Shen Jinmo got up, walked to his bedside table, opened the drawer, took out a report, and handed it to Lu Zhiwei.

He took the report with both hands.

Judging from the date, it seems to have been checked on the day Shen Jinmo was kidnapped.

The report clearly detailed the basic match between Shen Jinmo's bone marrow and Lu Anyu's.

This was undoubtedly fantastic news for Lu Zhiwei.

She held the form and looked at it repeatedly to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"Really? We can save An'an without having to have another child?" Lu Zhiwei couldn't hide her excitement.

Seeing her so happy, Shen Jinmo's brows relaxed, and he said calmly, "Yes, you won't have to suffer the pain of childbirth a second time."

"That's wonderful. Thank you, Shen Jinmo."

Lu Zhiwei, clutching the list, suddenly turned around and hooked her arms around Shen Jinmo's neck, hugging him very tightly.

This is when you're excited, and your mind involuntarily wants someone to share your joy with.

Shen Jinmo was being tightly strangled by her neck.

He spread his hands slightly, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

She was happy, and it turned out he was happy too.

"When is it convenient for me to schedule the surgery with the doctor?" Lu Zhiwei realized that she probably shouldn't have hugged him.

They slowly released his neck and moved their bodies back a few centimeters.

“Anytime is fine, but I want to go back to Yunzhou to have the surgery, is that okay? You can also take An'an back to avoid the storm.”

A hint of pleading flickered in Shen Jinmo's deep eyes.

“Even if you didn’t say it, that’s what I was planning to do. Old Master Luo has been eyeing my son and me like a hawk, and he’s eager to get rid of us. An’an’s surgery is the best opportunity, and it’s safer to go back to China.”

"Mm." Shen Jinmo nodded, his thin lips unconsciously curving upwards.

Beneath the smile, a faint hint of melancholy appeared in her eyes.

However, it was fleeting, and Lu Zhiwei didn't have time to catch it.

“However, it won’t be so easy for us to go back. The Luo family is secretly monitoring our every move and will definitely block all border crossings and check our identities.”

Lu Zhiwei narrowed her eyes, lost in thought.

"That's easy. We'll use your identity information to buy plane tickets to Europe and have people spread the word that you're going abroad for your annual leave. Then we'll get your face done and take a private jet back to Yunzhou."

This will temporarily shift the focus away from you and towards Europe.

"Just as I thought. I didn't expect we'd be so in sync." Lu Zhiwei affirmed Shen Jinmo's plan.

The two hit it off immediately.