Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shang Mo would have never imagined that he would have a wet dream—that was something that only teenagers had. It was normal during ages 11 to 18, and it was a symbol of a man maturing.
But the problem was… he was no longer a teenager.
During his teenage years, he had no wet dreams. And yet, now that he was about to hit his thirties, he actually…!
If it were anyone else, so be it, even if it were a woman… But, why did his target have to be Rong Mo, a man? And, he had even dreamt of Rong Mo as a woman in his dreams!
Shang Mo ruffled his hair before crawling out of bed.
Right at that moment, a scary thought struck him.
He thought of how he had brushed by Rong Mo’s cheeks with his lips yesterday and the way he watched Rong Mo’s collarbones surreptitiously… Could he really be interested in Rong Mo?
The very thought of that had Shang Mo cringing.
That was absolutely impossible! He was a normal functioning man! Even though he had never had a girlfriend such that his granny was suspecting his sexual orientation—even after he had experienced THAT incident and he knew that he hated women a little—he was certain that he absolutely did not fancy men.
He presumed that he must have been too tired recently.
Shang Mo got up, then washed up and headed down to discover that Rong Mo had already prepared a scrumptious Chinese breakfast in the huge dining hall, laying out a variety of food—porridge, onion pancakes, bread, milk, dumplings, and steamed eggs.
When the handsome man caught sight of Rong Mo and was reminded of his dream, he felt uneasy all over instantly. Yet, Rong Mo decided to smile at him at that moment. “Morning, Mr. Shang!”
He then stood up and prepared a steaming bowl of porridge, placing it before Shang Mo.
A wife preparing breakfast for her husband.
Instantly, those words flashed through his mind. However, his expression remained indifferent as those long lashes of his were hidden behind his metal spectacle frames while he replied casually, “Thank you!”
“It’s fine.” Rong Mo sat back where she was and started at her breakfast.
Today, Rong Mo was wearing a beige shirt that was buttoned all the way up to the top with an outer vest, giving off the aura of a forbidden lust. A man like that should be the dreamboat of many girls out there, not his.
He was then perturbed at why he would have that wet dream the previous night.
Rong Mo continued with her breakfast, completely oblivious to the struggles in Shang Mo’s mind right then. After a long time, Shang Mo was done with his breakfast and he discovered that Rong Mo was still eating.
Strange!
Rong Mo looked so skinny and frail, just like a woman. How was he able to eat that much?
And it seemed as though Rong Mo would always be the last person to finish during every single meal, and would be able to clean up the rest of the food as well.
If they were to go out and eat, people might even suspect that he was being starved by the Shangs given his eating habits!
Shang Mo did not leave even though he was done eating, as he sat there and sipped on his coffee calmly, checking out on Rong Mo occasionally. No one would ever guess that behind that lazy, nonchalant expression was him contemplating how Rong Mo’s lips would taste like when he caught sight of them savoring on the food.
Even Shang Mo himself did not expect that consciously.
When he realized it himself, his hand trembled and his coffee nearly spilled over…
