You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 85 Secret Base

Shen Mochen's lips curled into a smile. Although his eyes were full of suspicion and surprise at her sudden show of kindness, he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.

He kissed her repeatedly, his hands holding her as if trying to meld her into his bones. The kiss only stopped abruptly when his fingers slipped under her skirt and touched her inner thigh.

Yu Nanqing gripped his collar, breathing heavily. Her smooth, moist face was flushed. Before she could say anything, Shen Mochen suddenly lifted her skirt, spread her thighs, and rubbed his fingertips incessantly at the base of her thighs.

As his eyes gradually reddened, his breathing became heavier and heavier, spraying continuously onto his legs, causing Yu Nanqing's nerves to tremble slightly.

Her eyelids twitched rapidly, and realizing what Shen Mochen was staring at, she slowly sat up from the sofa and suddenly grabbed his hair as he buried his head in his hair.

She didn't want him to leave teeth marks on that spot.

I'm so ashamed.

However, her actions seemed to have angered Shen Mochen again. Instead of biting her leg, he pinned her down and bit her lip hard until it bled before questioning her with a sinister expression, "You removed the butterfly tattoo?"

Yu Nanqing swallowed hard, and seeing that it was indeed as she had thought, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. She threw herself into his arms, not answering him directly, but instead taking his hand and touching the corner of her lips, "It's broken, it hurts..."

Shen Mochen paused slightly, not hearing any hysterical rebuttal. His expression cracked for two seconds before he leaned close to her bitten lip and gently licked it. "Disinfecting it will make it stop hurting."

After he finished speaking, he stared at her expression tentatively. There was no disgust or anger as he had imagined, nor a slap as swift as a firecracker.

strangeness.

Seeing his ever-changing expression, Yu Nanqing chuckled, tiptoed and hooked her arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him. "Shen Mochen, you don't have that butterfly tattoo on your leg anymore. Take a look if you don't believe me."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mochen paused for a moment, but he didn't stand on ceremony with her at all. With one hand supporting her buttocks to prevent her from falling, he unbuckled his belt with the other hand, pulled down his pants, and kicked them away.

He ran his fingertips along his inner thigh, and the rough texture had indeed disappeared. His expression stiffened slightly as he leaned down to look incredulously.

That tattoo... really did disappear.

What a hell.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he placed Yu Nanqing back on the bed, carefully examined her, then turned around and rummaged through drawers and cabinets as if to confirm something. In his haste, he pressed the button for his secret base right in front of Yu Nanqing.

The wall behind the wardrobe was opened, and Yu Nanqing was startled, not just a little surprised.

Having lived in Shui Jun Bay for so long, she had no idea that there was a secret base in the master bedroom!

She frowned slightly, somewhat displeased that Shen Mochen had a little secret behind her back.

She got out of bed, put on her shoes, and followed Shen Mochen inside.

Shen Mochen was so eager to find the truth that he didn't have time to pay attention to her.

The secret hideout was like a miniature basement, a sealed space... with her photos covering the walls...

Yu Nanqing was surprised for a moment, then looked up and froze when she saw the top two rows of photos of her wearing suggestive lingerie.

She doesn't remember wearing those clothes.

Her face flushed with embarrassment. She lowered her eyes and turned to ask Shen Mochen when he took these photos.

"Shen..." As soon as she turned around, she met Shen Mochen's unfathomable black eyes. Her brows twitched slightly, and she inexplicably felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet. The atmosphere was oppressive, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

Seeing her retreat, the gloom in Shen Mochen's eyes deepened. "My dear, you've noticed..."

"Why are you backing away? Are you scared, sweetie?" Shen Mochen stared intently at her, and just as her waist was about to hit the cabinet, he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, glanced down at his lower body which was only wearing underwear, and slowly placed her icy hand on his thigh. Seeing his muscles twitch, the fear that had been rising in her heart completely dissipated. She smiled and looked up at him.

"Shen Mochen, are you cold?"

Shen Mochen, who was secretly thinking that if she resisted, he would lock her up so that she could not go anywhere and could only have eyes for him, was slightly taken aback and his brow twitched.

Yu Xiaoqing was definitely trying to lull him into a false sense of security so she could take the opportunity to leave him.

Thinking about it, he frowned slightly, covered her mouth to stop her from saying anything that would disturb his mind, then bent down, picked her up, and walked outside.

Many of the things Yu Nanqing had used that he had hidden in the basement were things he had never seen before.

This series of strange occurrences made him extremely uneasy, as if something had slipped out of his control, as if he had... forgotten something.

Thinking too much caused a throbbing pain in the back of his head. He pressed Yu Nanqing down on the bed, his eyes fixed on her, cold sweat slowly beading on his forehead.

Feeling increasingly unwell, he took a few deep breaths, his veins bulging as he gripped the sheets tightly. Feeling dizzy, he suddenly sat up and rushed into the bathroom to vomit thoroughly.

Yu Nanqing's pupils widened slightly. She turned over and saw that Shen Mochen had vomited again. Her brows furrowed, and she hurriedly got out of bed and went over to him, gently patting his back.

“Goodness…” After rinsing his mouth, Shen Mochen turned his head and stared at her intently. His gaze cleared for a moment, then slowly became cloudy again.

His stomach was burning and his head was throbbing. He closed his eyes and realized that his beautiful darling seemed to have multiplied into many, many clones.

He moved forward, buried his head in her abdomen, wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, and whispered a threat that she was not allowed to leave before losing consciousness completely.

Yu Nanqing's brows furrowed. She called out twice but received no response. Anxious, she tried to pry his fingers open to go out and call for help.

But he held her too tightly, and she tried to pull him away several times but couldn't. Fortunately, the family doctor finally arrived.

Hearing the knock on the door, Yu Nanqing's eyes lit up, and she cleared her throat. "Come in."

Yu Yan entered first, and seeing that no one was in the room, she paused for two seconds, looked around, and when she saw the scene in the toilet, her expression froze slightly, and she hurriedly looked away.

Clearly, he had misunderstood.

Yu Nanqing's eyes dimmed for a moment. Seeing that he was about to leave, she hurriedly called out to him, "Assistant Yu, Shen Mochen has fainted."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yan, who was in a hurry to leave, stopped and glanced back. Without thinking much, she immediately called the doctor to come over.

Yu Nanqing lowered her eyes and glanced at Shen Mochen's smooth legs. Her eyelids twitched twice. Just as Yu Yan was about to step over, she spoke up, "Assistant Yu, Shen Mochen isn't wearing pants. Could you please get his pajama bottoms from the closet?"

Shen Mochen is quite concerned about his image, so she should protect him a little.

Yu Yan hesitated for two seconds, then braced herself and opened the wardrobe. She didn't dare to look around, but when her eyes fell on the black pants in the corner, she quickly reached out, took them down, and handed them back to Yu Nanqing without even glancing at them.