13 Chapter 13 - I'll Carry You Back to Your Room as a Token of Gratitude_1

Mo Shiche abruptly seized her arm and pulled her in front of him. His black orbs were deep and unfathomable, tightly focusing on her cheeks, "Luo Qiangwei, have you forgotten what you came here for, or do you want to see how much I can tolerate you?"

"What are you saying? Should a beautiful woman like me be 'tolerated'?"

Luo Qiangwei giggled coquettishly, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Look how much my cousin cares for you. Besides, am I not making things easier for you two? You don't thank me but instead act so fierce, how boring."

The moment she finished speaking.

Luo Qiangwei could distinctly feel the breathing of the man before her grow heavier. Just as she was about to break free, the next second her body suddenly lightened, and she was swept up into his arms—

"Is that so," Mo Shiche lowered his head, his voice husky with a light chuckle, "Then I'll personally carry you back to the room, as a thank-you gift."

Luo Qiangwei, "..."

She struggled, but in vain—the strength of the man's arms was not something she could contest.

Hongying stood alone, watching the tall man carrying the fussing and kicking woman into the elevator, her pretty face changing colors with anger.

In her memory... this was the first time Mo Shiche had ever carried Luo Qiangwei proactively!

For some reason, she always felt that Luo Qiangwei was a bit different from before, from the wedding feast when she changed out of the dress that had been tampered with, up till now...

Although still as domineering and willful as ever, somehow she had managed not to embarrass herself or suffer loss—it must be that woman's good luck!

But with Shiche bringing her back to the room, just the two of them alone, perhaps Luo Qiangwei would shamelessly seduce Shiche again... No, she couldn't let them be alone together for too long!

She swore to make Shiche despise Luo Qiangwei even more during their honeymoon, not wanting to lay eyes on her ever again!

...

Luo Qiangwei was carried back to the room by Mo Shiche, who opened the door with one hand and flung her forcefully onto the large bed.

Although it didn't hurt, Luo Qiangwei still felt somewhat dizzy from the fall and couldn't support herself up for a moment.

The next second, the man's robust body pressed down on her.

Mo Shiche's long legs straddled the bed's edge, hands propped beside her, as an intense masculine scent instantly enveloped her. He chuckled in a low, husky voice, "Luo Qiangwei, is this the thank-you gift you wanted?"

Only then did Luo Qiangwei slightly open her eyes, her gaze fixed on the handsome face so close above her, her breath filled with his scent, and then she broke into a suggestive smile, "I just had a heartwarming moment with your cousin, and President Mo, you turn around and give me such a grand gift, truly heartless and ungrateful... Is this how all men behave, enjoying what's in their bowl while eyeing what's in the pot?"

Mo Shiche's eyes narrowed, tinged with an indistinct amusement, "I'm not sure about others, but I am very clear about your character. What now, using every scheme to provoke me, enjoying your bowl... and wanting me to partake of you, hmm?"

Luo Qiangwei began to wonder if she was too shameless and unreserved when she pursued him in her past life, leading him to believe that no matter what she did or said, it was all to sleep with him.

But upon reflection... that indeed seemed to be the case.

She could only think she must've been cursed, to have hidden in Mo Shiche's car in her last life, awaiting his return from work only to strip naked and cling to him... just to be coldly ordered out of the car.

Utterly frustrating.

Recalling these embarrassingly scandalous moments that spread to the ends of the universe, Luo Qiangwei wished she could bite the man atop her to death. But she was even more convinced that Mo Shiche had no interest in her body, even a sense of disgust; otherwise, he would've surely been unable to resist in her past life.