Shen Yunya leaned heavily against Xi Jin, her gaze continuing to scrutinize Si Mobai and Feng Tianlan and their intertwined hands. From their clothes to their subtle movements, the two of them were truly intimate indeed, and she finally felt a sense of relief.
Xi Jin glanced at them, mixed and unrecognizable feelings stirring inside him as he supported Shen Yunya and left the room.
After the pair entered the opposite room and closed the door, Feng Tianlan collapsed weakly into Si Mobai’s arms. Her hands grabbed desperately onto his waist and just like a fish out of the water, she took huge deep breaths to come back to life.
Shen Yunya had been examining her so closely and using everything she could to attack her and to agitate her, hoping that she would give herself away. Whilst speaking a moment ago, if her breath had been slightly irregular or heavier than usual, she would have been suspected immediately.
This was the kind of person Shen Yunya was, skeptical and fervently meticulous.
She had to be absolutely cool-headed when dealing with her. They had only met twice, and she was already so close to losing control of herself. In the future, if they were going to see each other countless times more, her true identity would definitely be discovered.
She needed to stay calm, she needed to treat them like strangers. Before she could obtain absolute strength and power, she had no choice but to endure patiently.
A lack of forbearance in small matters confounds great plans!
The way to getting vengeance and bringing an end to her enemies was going to be difficult no matter what—she had to bear it and remain calm!
She had to stay calm, she was no longer alone. Otherwise, Mobai and Yunzhu would also be implicated because of her. For now, she had to temporarily forget her hatred.
Watching her struggle like this, Si Mobai’s heart was in agony, but at this moment he could only hug her and support her as best as he could, until she found the strength to reign in her emotions and calm herself down.
After half an hour of hypnotizing herself, Feng Tianlan surfaced from her hatred and slowly returned to her senses. She released her hands. They felt a little numb and had still been tightly gripping his waist. “Did I scratch or injure you?”
She had put all her energy into her grip. He must have felt it.
Si Mobai lifted his hands to wipe off the perspiration from her face. “No, it felt more like you were scratching an itch. You should go and shower first and change into some clean clothes.”
When he hugged her, he had noticed that her back was soaked with cold sweat. That Shen Yunya had really caused her great distress.
“Let me see your waist first,” Feng Tianlan said as she pulled back from his embrace. “I must have hurt you, digging my fingers in like that.”
“Lan’er…” Si Mobai looked at her as she ducked her head to help him untie his belt. He could not help the feeling of his abdomen tightening, his mouth and throat becoming dry. Did she know that doing this might turn him on?
Feng Tianlan had not noticed anything; she was entirely focused on checking his waist for scratch marks or injuries she might have caused by her holding onto him so tightly.
“Lan’er.” Si Mobai could not control himself anymore and took her hands in his, his voice was coarse, full of desire. “As your husband, I would like to wait until the day we are officially married to…”
“Uh?” Feng Tianlan briefly froze, lifting her gaze to stare at him in puzzlement, until she saw his peach-blossom eyes flickering with suppressed desire. Immediately a thought came to mind and her face turned red. Suddenly, she did not know where to put her hands.
Feng Tianlan lowered her head shyly, and spoke with a meek voice, “I only wanted to look at your waist.”
Si Mobai lightly acknowledged that, even though she was no longer untying his belt, her sweet and embarrassed look only intensified the burning sensation in his abdomen. The part of him that should not be mentioned had already been awakened.
Furthermore, did she know that what she just said was misleading and could give one wild and fanciful thoughts?
Feng Tianlan’s face turned redder, although she still remained concerned about whether she had hurt his waist, the way he had put it was distracting and made it hard for her to proceed. She did not know what to do now.
“Perhaps I should still take a look.” Feng Tianlan stretched out her hands again, wanting to continue what she had been doing, but after a moment, she stopped and placed her hands directly on his waist. She condensed spiritual force into her palms and tore a direct opening through his clothes to reveal his strong, toned waist.
