Mo Zhiyuan immediately got up to fetch water to wash his feet, afraid that if he was a step too late Gu Wanting would continue to talk about his fear of doctors.

Sigh, it's hard to be a person these days. It's even harder to be a husband...

On the other hand, after carrying An Yiruo back, Mo Jingchen threw her directly onto the big bed.

Instead of feeling the expected pain, An Yiruo felt an overwhelming softness.

The bed in Mo Jingchen's room was large, soft, and comfortable.

An Yiruo only had a few seconds to feel it before Mo Jingchen pinned her down.

"Mr. Mo, please control yourself," An Yiruo said, turning her head away as she watched Mo Jingchen about to kiss her lips.

"Miss An, you don't want to?" Mo Jingchen looked at An Yiruo as she turned her head. He didn't get up immediately, but instead supported himself with his hands and looked at An Yiruo as he spoke.

“We’re still in the old house, and Grandma and the others are here too. If they hear us… it’s not good,” An Yiruo said, expressing her concerns.

How embarrassing it would be if someone heard it.

"Don't worry, Miss An, the soundproofing in this room is excellent. No matter how much you want to shout, they won't be able to hear you."

“Mr. Mo, you…you’re being a scoundrel,” An Yiruo said, blushing and angry.

“Miss An, saying such things to your wife can’t be considered being a scoundrel; it’s more like… fun.”

Mo Jingchen whispered in An Yiruo's ear, his warm breath tickling her ear.

“But, Mr. Mo, there are no... protective measures here.”

Normally, when Mo Jingchen and An Yiruo are together, they take good precautions. Now that they have suddenly returned to the old house, Mo Jingchen certainly did not prepare in advance.

But she didn't want to take birth control pills afterward just to please Mo Jingchen, as she heard that such pills were extremely harmful to women's bodies, and she didn't want to take that risk.

Mo Jingchen was struck dumb by An Yiruo's words, realizing he had forgotten about this matter.

Mo Jingchen doesn't actually reject having children, but his relationship with An Yiruo is unstable right now, and suddenly having another child would probably affect the development of their relationship.

He wants to wait until their love is at its peak before having another baby, so that the baby can grow up healthy and happy in a loving family.

However, things could change if something unexpected happened. Seeing An Yiruo's insistence, Mo Jingchen understood that without "that" today, she wouldn't let him touch her.

So Mo Jingchen, looking unsatisfied, stood up and said, "Wait for me in the room, I'll be back in a bit."

After saying that, Mo Jingchen opened the door and left, leaving An Yiruo alone on the bed, stunned. She wondered, "What...where did he go?"

After Mo Jingchen left, An Yiruo was bored in the room by herself, so she got up and wandered around. She saw many trophies and certificates on the bookshelf next to her.

These are all awards that Mo Jingchen has received since childhood, trophies of all sizes, countless!

"It seems that no one who can become a group president or a heir to a wealthy family is one who takes advantage of others," An Yiruo muttered to herself.

An Yiruo looked around Mo Jingchen's room. The bedroom was a little smaller than Xinghai Bay, but it was still extremely luxurious.

An Yiruo returned to the bedside and looked at the custom-sized bed, thinking that if she did "that" on this bed, she would definitely be able to roll around without falling off.

She even had images in her mind. As her thoughts deepened, An Yiruo shook her head and patted her slightly flushed cheeks: "An Yiruo, why are you suddenly... being so lewd? This is not good, not good. It must be Mo Jingchen who corrupted me. Yes, it must be."

Thinking of this, in order to suppress these thoughts, An Yiru tidied herself up quickly and went to bed.

Only when you sleep can your brain stop functioning...

On the other hand, Mo Jingchen left the room and quickly walked to the parking lot, then drove away.

Along the way, Mo Jingchen couldn't help but mention several times that the old house was located in a very remote area, with not even a supermarket nearby.

It caused him to run a long way before he could barely find a supermarket.

After quickly buying several boxes of tools to prevent the birth of human babies, Mo Jingchen drove back to the old house.

After parking the car, Mo Jingchen couldn't wait to go back and spend some quality time with An Yiruo, but when he opened the bedroom door, the scene before him was like a bucket of cold water being poured over him.

An Yiruo... actually... fell asleep...

"An Yiruo, you heartless little thing," Mo Jingchen said helplessly as he closed the door and went into the bedroom.

Looking at the bag in his hand, he said with a wry smile, "This whole night was a waste of time."

Mo Jingchen threw his things onto the sofa and went to take a cold shower.

After taking a shower, Mo Jingchen lifted the covers and hugged An Yiruo from behind.

An Yiruo was fast asleep when she felt a chill around her and couldn't help but move to the other side.

But for some reason, the cold air seemed to surround her; wherever she ran, the cold air followed.

An Yiruo, still half-asleep, was furious and yelled, "Get out of here, it's so cold!"

At this moment, An Yiruo felt someone hug her from behind, and the temperature around her changed from icy cold to warm.

Enveloped in this warm feeling, An Yiruo felt extremely comfortable and couldn't help but snuggle closer to Mo Jingchen's chest.

"Miss An, you're playing with fire," Mo Jingchen said softly, looking down at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms.

Mo Jingchen spoke softly, seemingly not wanting to wake the little woman in his arms, while he was trying his best to suppress his inner impulses.

I couldn't help but sigh to myself, realizing that the cold shower I just took was a complete waste, and that my self-control had become so weak.

But he didn't want to push An Yiruo away, and he couldn't bear to let her leave him, so he was very conflicted.

His passion burned fiercely but had no outlet. Helpless, Mo Jingchen could only hold An Yiruo in his arms while counting sheep with his eyes closed, trying to calm his mind as soon as possible...

The next morning, An Yiru woke up to find herself lying in Mo Jingchen's arms. Feeling a little embarrassed, she wanted to get up and leave.

The moment she made a move, Mo Jingchen swept her up and hugged her even tighter: "Miss An, don't move, sleep with me a little longer."

Mo Jingchen spoke in a languid tone, and it was clear that he was very sleepy and tired.

"Mr. Mo, I want to get up first," An Yiruo said, lying in Mo Jingchen's arms.

"No, Miss An stood me up yesterday, and I couldn't sleep all night. I only fell asleep when it was almost dawn. So I'm punishing you by making you stay up with me to catch up on sleep."

An Yiruo squirmed in Mo Jingchen's arms, seemingly unaccustomed to his embrace.

"Miss An, if you keep moving like this, I won't be able to take it anymore."