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

Chapter 72 He can't be a vicious man.

Upon hearing this, Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback and reached out to cover his mouth, saying, "Don't say such things."

If you repeat it a few more times, she'll probably give in.

Shen Mochen looked at her, resisting the urge to lick her palm. Only after she let go did he kiss her red lips again.

"Wouldn't it be nice to be my little darling all to me?" He held her waist tightly, his voice soft and low, making sure that saying it would only make her seem pitiful.

He didn't force her; he was just gradually seducing her.

Yu Nanqing peeked out from his embrace, met his sincere and earnest eyes, swallowed the words that were about to come out, and instead smiled gently, "Shen Mochen, you seem like that phantom thief who seduces innocent girls."

"So, has our Qingqing taken the bait?" Shen Mochen paused for a moment, then pulled her up a little so he could move forward and kiss her lips.

"Sorry, I'm not an innocent girl." Yu Nanqing slightly raised her eyebrows, snuggled out of his arms, and picked up her phone to take a look.

Another message was sent in the group chat. The three of them had already made arrangements, and the time was set for tomorrow afternoon at Impression Bar.

Yu Nanqing typed "No problem," paused for two seconds before sending, and turned to look at Shen Mochen, "I'm going out tomorrow afternoon."

"Go to the group discussion?" Shen Mochen leaned against the edge of the sofa and looked up at her.

"Mmm." Yu Nanqing nodded, her face showing obedience.

"where?"

"Impression Bar".

"…it is good."

Shen Mochen rubbed his fingertips together, watching her swaying legs, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes.

He didn't want her to go out and be seen by others.

But she had already informed him and obediently let him kiss her. He couldn't very well hit a smiling person, take advantage of her, and then act like a wicked man, grabbing her waist and threatening her not to go out.

He...can't...do...it...

Having convinced himself, Shen Mochen felt a little better. He put down his phone and walked straight to the balcony.

Seeing his actions, Yu Nanqing was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly grabbed his hand and stepped onto the ground before even putting on her shoes.

"Shen Mochen, are you angry?"

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling a few strands of Shen Mochen's hair, creating a rather desolate atmosphere.

"No," Shen Mochen replied softly, his fingertips curling slightly.

"You're angry." Seeing that he didn't turn around, Yu Nanqing frowned slightly.

"No, there isn't."

“Then turn around.” Yu Nanqing lowered her eyes, staring at the fingers he pulled out of her hand one by one, and her brows furrowed even more deeply.

“…I won’t reply.” Shen Mochen hadn’t thought anything of it at first, but after she asked him that, he realized something was wrong. Perhaps it was because he had spent too much time with her, but he had become sentimental.

He wouldn't turn around, lest she see the corners of his eyes, moist and red.

"Shen Mochen!" Yu Nanqing was so angry that she stomped her foot and tightened her grip on his hand.

Thinking that he wouldn't turn around, she went over to look at him, but as soon as she lifted her foot, Shen Mochen realized her intention and immediately turned around, determined to turn his back to her.

After turning halfway around, Yu Nanqing got angry and slapped him on the back.

Shen Mochen trembled, his Adam's apple bobbing. Realizing she was angry, he hurriedly turned around and pulled her into his arms as she let go to leave. His breath was unsteady, and his voice was anxious, "My dear..."

"Shen Mochen, are you a masochist?!" Yu Nanqing turned around, wanting to slap him, but seeing his pitiful eyes, she lost her strength when the slap landed on his face, and only lightly stroked him.

He snorted twice, his momentum waning, "Where did your tough attitude go?"

"I was wrong." Shen Mochen leaned forward and nuzzled his head against her shoulder.

"What were you doing on the balcony?" Yu Nanqing pouted, her heart softening, and she forgave him.

"I feel so stuffy, I'm going to get some fresh air," Shen Mochen replied honestly, then suddenly noticed that she was barefoot on the floor.

He frowned slightly, patted her bottom, and carried her back to the sofa. "Where are your socks?"

"I didn't want to wear it, so I took it off." Yu Nanqing stood on the sofa, a hint of guilt in her eyes, her toes curling slightly as she shrank further into the blanket.

As she spoke, she pursed her lips, looked up at him again, and stiffened her neck, "You still say you're not angry? Your face is as black as charcoal!"

Shen Mochen glanced at her, said nothing, rummaged through the sofa, didn't see any socks, turned around and went into the room to get a new pair.

He bent down to help her put it on, and just as he was about to say something, his face was cupped in his hands. Cool, icy fingers rubbed against his chin. The other person seemed to be preparing something, and after a long while, she leaned over and kissed him.

Shen Mochen's dark eyes were filled with lust, and his pupils were filled with Yu Nanqing's reflection.

Although someone's kissing skills were terrible, they still managed to get him to have a perky mouth.

After a brief, fleeting kiss, Shen Mochen was clearly not satisfied. He pressed the back of her head and deepened the kiss, only letting go when she was breathless. "I'll take you there tomorrow. Don't talk to other men, don't have any intimate contact with others, and don't drink alcohol. Call me immediately when you're done."

“…Mmm.” Yu Nanqing nodded slightly subconsciously, resting her head against his chest and breathing softly.

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Impression Bar is a quiet bar.

Most of the people who go here are students, drinking and having parties, so there's very little smoke.

The group was in a private room on the second floor. Shen Mochen escorted her to the stairwell and watched her enter the private room before turning around and sitting at the bar on the first floor.

"Xiao Yu is here."

As soon as Yu Nanqing entered, the woman sitting on the left called out to her and warmly invited her to sit down.

Yu Nanqing glanced to the side and saw that it was the girl from that night. She smiled slightly, but didn't see Xia Yan. After hesitating for two seconds, she sat down on the other side.

When Ye Ran saw that she was ignoring him, his eyes changed and his expression turned sour.

Xia Yan said in the group that she couldn't come because of something, and asked them to discuss it and tell her the division of labor.

After a brief chat, the group decided on a romance novel theme.

Because it involves scriptwriting, the workload is quite large.

They talked for two hours but still couldn't reach a final agreement.

Yu Nanqing drank quite a lot of water and went to the toilet halfway through.

When she came out, she saw Ye Ran waiting for her at the bathroom door. She twitched her brow slightly, wiped her hands, and tried to walk past her to leave.

"Xiao Yu, you didn't tell Xia Yan about me and Ye Ge, did you?" Ye Ran frowned and pulled her back.

"Aren't you annoying? I've already said I didn't see it, but you keep repeating it. Are you afraid I won't know?" Yu Nanqing slapped her hand away, her tone somewhat irritated.

Ye Ran was taken aback, clearly not expecting Yu Nanqing to be so disrespectful. She bit her lip and reached out to stop her again, "Yu Nanqing, I've been with the company for five years, and I've known Xia Yan for several years longer than you have. Even if you tell her, you won't get any benefit from it."

"Can't you understand human language?" Yu Nanqing impatiently pushed her away, took two steps, then suddenly realized something, paused, and turned to look at her again. "Oh, I get it. You're playing hard to get, showing off to me that you have a scoundrel boyfriend, and then want me to spread the word?"