Xiaomo, sooner or later, you will still like me
"That's not important." Leng Can moved the stool forward. "What's important is that you and I get married. You are my wife, and I am your husband."
"My lady, please pay attention to me." He called out tenderly, blinking his eyes, revealing a pity that was hard to refuse, "I have missed you for a long time, we still have to..."
His ears flushed red, he bit his lower lip, his eyelashes curled up like a butterfly spreading its wings, and he looked at Cong Mo charmingly, "...to consummate the marriage."
"You, stop talking nonsense!" Cong Mo's face flushed completely, as red as if she had been sunburned in the summer. She stood up suddenly, kicking the wooden bench over with a loud "bang". "Why do you say such things? When did I ever say that I wanted to marry you? When did I ever say that I wanted to, I wanted to..."
Leng Can remained calm. As she stood up, he pressed closer to her, "But you didn't say you wouldn't marry me. I won't accept a marriage in name only. Since we're married, I must live with you, eat with you, and sleep with you. We're going to have a baby..."
"How, how can you speak like that..." Cong Mo had never heard such bold words. Every time Leng Can took a step forward, she took a step back. "I, I... You lied to me, you are so bold, you speak nonsense, you, you are so rude..."
Until she was forced against the cabinet, she could not think of any more curse words. Leng Can stood in front of her calmly, trapping her in the small space between himself and the cabinet, squeezing her, forcing her, and wrapping her tightly with his own warmth, forcing her to focus all her attention on himself.
"Don't, don't do this... the distance is too close." Cong Mo had no choice but to raise her hand to press against his chest, "between men and women... it's rude..."
Leng Can smiled. He had never thought that Cong Mo here was so cute and innocent, so easy to tease, like a proud and pure cat.
Not only did he not retreat as she said, but he became even bolder, raised his hand to press it beside her head, and leaned close to her, "I am a lunatic, a shameless person, but my lady..."
He grabbed Cong Mo's hand with his other hand, holding her small but rough palm and covering his face. Leng Can leaned against her, pulling her hand and rubbing it on his cheek. "I'm beautiful, aren't I?"
"It's rare to find a man as cute and handsome as me."
"I have seduced you in this way, my lady, please soften your heart and be a little moved by me."
"My lady, don't you like me like this? Then please look at me more and tell me what you don't like. I can change it. I will change it to whatever you like."
Leng Can's voice was soft and sweet, so charming that Cong Mo couldn't even speak. The hand holding Leng Can's face seemed to have lost its strength. She let him hold it, just lowered her head, and the tip of her ear was about to drip blood. "Don't, too close..."
"What?" Leng Can pretended not to hear, bent down and tilted his head, put his face under hers, tilted his head up, and looked at her expression, "Madam, please speak louder."
Cong Mo blinked, then immediately raised his head and banged his head against the wall behind him. "You, how could you..."
"Ouch...it hurts, my dear." Leng Can immediately hugged her, raised his hand and gently stroked the place where she was bumped, pursed his lips and blew air towards that place to soothe her. Cong Mo was pressed in his arms, her whole body stiffened and she dared not move. Her nostrils were filled with the pleasant smell of Leng Can.
A light and refreshing fragrance with a hint of sweetness and sourness of hawthorn dessert.
"Does it still hurt?" Leng Can slowly let go of her, stroked her cheek, and asked her to look up at him, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Cong Mo blinked, his eyes moist, reflecting Leng Can's hazy face. He whispered, "No, it doesn't hurt."
"But I'm in pain." Leng Can pursed his lips, bent down slightly, held her hand and placed it on his head, "Madam, can you touch my head?"
Cong Mo was stunned for a moment, swallowing her saliva continuously, not knowing what to do. She let Leng Can hold her hand and stroke his head back and forth.
Leng Can coaxed her softly, "I want my wife to touch my head."
Cong Mo said nervously, "I, I touched it..."
"You are the one touching me, not me asking you to touch me." Leng Can released his hand covering her, "Madam, can you move yourself?"
Cong Mo's hand trembled unconsciously, and he slowly touched his head back and forth.
"Thank you for touching me, ma'am." Leng Can thanked her obediently, "What do you think I look like now, ma'am?"
"W-what?" Cong Mo said seriously, his voice shaking. "You are... Leng Can."
"Hehe..." Leng Can's eyes curved with laughter, "No, no."
"I'm a bitch's puppy."
Cong Mo: ""
"You, you're not a dog."
"Then what am I?"
"You are... Leng Can..."
"No, my wife, I am yours..." Leng Can coaxed her, "...my husband, I am also your puppy."
Leng Can grabbed her hand, clasped it in his palm, intertwined their fingers, and quietly took a half step forward. The two of them were pressed tightly together, with almost no gap between them. "My lady, I am yours."
"You can do whatever you want with me."
"...Uh." Cong Mo stared down at his slender neck, his legs weak and he dared not move. However, under Leng Can's coaxing voice, he felt some strange feelings for no reason. "You, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to...love me." Leng Can lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, "Can I?"
"I... uh-huh..."
Leng Can didn't give her a chance to answer. He tilted his head and bit her ear, his hot breath spraying on it, moist and sticky.
Their breaths intertwined, seducing each other. At this moment, Leng Can, who had just been self-controlled, became a little unstable. Cong Mo was just fine, standing in front of him and letting him do what he wanted. He couldn't control himself. His heart was numb and beating wildly, and he was so anxious that he seemed to want to rush out.
"Can..." Leng Can turned his face away, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, his lips rubbing against her cheek, "...kiss?"
"Gently, I will be serious."
Cong Mo's body trembled. He neither answered nor refused.
This gave Leng Can courage for no reason. He reached out and clasped Cong Mo's neck, gradually moving down, touching their noses, lips against each other's lips, breathing into each other, and kissed her hard.
Soft and sweet like honey.
Cong Mo stood on tiptoe slowly, put his hand on his wrist, grabbed his arm tightly, tilted his head back, and accepted this cherished kiss.
"Xiao Mo, I..."
"Brother! Brother!"
The ambiguous atmosphere was interrupted by the unique hoarse voice of a duck. Both of them were startled and opened their eyes in fear.
He pushed the door open at the right time, and what he saw was Cong Mo being pressed down by Leng Can, with his lips bitten.
The three of them looked at each other.
Xi was the first to come to his senses. He widened his eyes, rushed forward, and kicked Leng Can in the thigh.
This time I can use more strength.
"I... umm..." Leng Can was concerned about his face and tried not to scream. He twisted his body and was pushed by Xi again, almost falling to his knees.
Li grabbed Cong Mo's shoulders and shook her hard, "Junior sister, if this boy bullies you again, tell me! Kissing is not a good thing, you can't let him kiss you, that's an intimate thing that only husband and wife can do! You don't have that kind of relationship..."
Leng Can supported himself on the bed and stood up, saying with difficulty, "We... are husband and wife."
His head was in a mess. "What? What nonsense are you talking about!"
"I..." Cong Mo glanced around, not daring to look at any of them. He pulled away Xi's arm and ran out in a panic, "I, I'm going to sleep in the study!"
He turned around and tried to chase after her, but Leng Can stopped him and started cursing at him, "You..."
"What do you mean by 'I'? You are not allowed to take advantage of my junior sister while I'm here." He crossed his arms, very reasonably.
"You... forget it." Leng Can knew that he didn't understand, so he simply didn't bother to explain and sat down on the couch. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh! That's right." He then remembered the real purpose of his visit and took out the medicine box and handed it to him. "The time has come. If you don't take it now, you will turn into a snake's tail."
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Leng Can took the pill and swallowed it. "Also, go ask Li Niang if she has any safflower oil at home. I'm afraid my leg is purple and bruised from your kick."
Leng Can's skin was tender, and after being kicked by Xi, a large area of it was bruised. Xi felt guilty and thought he deserved it.
"Who told you to be so lip-serviceful to Junior Sister?"
Leng Can was not convinced, "She is my wife, so what?"
"What your wife, this is just an illusion, back to reality, Junior Sister is practicing the Way of Mercy."
"So what?" Leng Can grumbled, "At least I'm her husband here. If it doesn't work out in this world, can't you let me fulfill my wish in this fantasy world?"
"This is false!"
"Just think of it as a dream!"
"Stop arguing." The old man was really sleepy last night. He dozed off for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, the two of them were arguing. "Leng Can, once Cong Mo wakes up, she will forget everything that happened in the illusion."
Leng Can was invulnerable. "So what? As long as I remember it, it's fine. I didn't say I was afraid she would forget."
"Alas...I, the master, can't see that you are a fool!"
"What idiot? I just..." Leng Can curled his lips, "I just want to...try what it's like to be a couple with Xiaomo. I, it's all fake anyway. Master, Senior Brother, can you please help me? I will never break the rules and do anything to Xiaomo."
"So what happened last night?" he asked.
"You're possessed by a ghost." Leng Can raised three fingers above his head. "I swear, that's the last time."
"That's the last time. If you treat Xiaomo badly again, I..." Li threatened him, "I will kick your thigh until it turns blue."
Leng Can smiled at him, "No problem."
Yi was easily coaxed into submission, and awkwardly rubbed Leng Can's legs. "What do you think of letting Junior Sister remember this?"
"Let nature take its course. Hook her up, ugh, ugh. After she trusts us, we'll teach her about the real world and let her slowly remember."
"How can we make her trust us?"
"Hey..." Leng Can smiled cunningly, "Just wait for me, I have a clever plan."
The planned seduction method is useless to Cong Mo, who practices the ruthless way, but it may not be the case for Cong Mo, who has emotions.
Thinking back to the soft lips from last night, Leng Can felt more and more hopeful about life.
Xiaomo, sooner or later, you will still like me.
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