Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Dang it,” cursed Mo Ning in the Country Y’s language.
And I thought I had everything checked!
I didn’t know he’s this good.
Like…way better than me!
“So you stopped pretending, eh?” Yan Sinian lifted and pulled her into his embrace. His glasses shined like a pair of sapphires as he checked her out.
“What do you mean by ‘pretending’? I grew up in Country Y, it’s not strange for me to know the language,” refuted Mo Ning.
“O’ really?” Yan Sinian did not buy that rationale, “Pretending or not, I’ll just have to do my inspection. Then we’ll see,” he whispered while lifting his hand over her body.
Mo Ning quickly wrapped her hand over his neck and pushed him towards her lips and bit.
It was a graceless move yet it was alluring. She was young and unskilful.
“…” Yan Sinian’s hand stopped moving as he was suffocated by the scent of her breath.
“Don’t spoil the mood. Let me do it,” said Mo Ning softly, like a spell she chanted as she looked at him panting in confusion.
She smiled.
Got you.
Right when Yan Sinian was going to kiss her, she grabbed both of his hands, removed the restrainers over her body and tied him at the metal poles of the window.
It all happened in the matter of seconds.
Mo Ning, having her breasts covered, picked up the shirt on the ground as she waved snobbishly at the tied man, “Goodbye! Tata!”
Yan Sinian tried moving his hands in constraint and he stopped immediately upon realizing the knot Mo Ning tied was a specific one. It would only get tighter the more he struggled.
Looking at Mo Ning fleeing from the scene, he snickered, “Babe, you sure have some wild taste. Never knew you’re into bondage, grrrr.”
“…”
Geez, can you stop it? Why would you say this when you are tied down?
Mo Ning thought as she was gracefully doing up the last button on her shirt. She took a final look at the handsome man tied firmly to the pole under the silver moonlight, like a lamb ready to be pounced upon.
Mo Ning was entertained and she winked at him, “Yeah, I do. We can talk about bondage next time, whether it’s Ian’s knot or Kinbaku. Well, that’s only if you can escape from this.” She then waltzed out of the place.
Yan Sinian snorted. He knew the knot and was aware of the complication it may offer, however…
His fingers moved a bit and the entire restrainer fell to the floor.
“Good, but not good enough. At least it’s fun. Fun for someone to know such a knot when he comes from a simple background.”
I’m getting intrigued, Mo Ning.
He chuckled.
Meanwhile, Mo Ning returned to the dormitory. The lights were on by then. Huo Junyu was reading on the legacy of John Titor when she shut the door. He glanced at her and did a quick hand-wave.
Mo Ning’s smile was twitching, “You’re awake?”
“Well, woke up just minutes ago,” said Huo Junyu nonchalantly, “…by some unpleasant noise I suppose.”
“…” Mo Ning blushed yet she walked to her bed indifferently.
That was when she saw Yan Sinian waltzing into the room, whistling and yawning.
Mo Ning’s eyes went wide, nearly dropping her jaws.
What the ****. Did he just break out of my constrictor knot in a matter of minutes?
He gave her a smile, which she avoided as she lowered her eyes, “It’s late, we should sleep.”
