Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Finally, the plane takeoff for America.

In this plane, there were only four people: Ji Nuan, Feng Ling, Nan Heng, and Mo Jingshen.

Nan Heng was covered in the scent of smoke. Before climbing aboard, he had pinched off a cigarette bud. Recently, he had been smoking much more than usual.

Feng Ling sat slightly further away from them, right against the wall that separated them from the pilot's room. Occasionally, she would chat with Ji Nuan.

Compared to the two women, the two men were much more silent.

Nan Heng calmly reclined in the chair, appearing like an elder with his arms crossed. He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Mo Jingshen turned slightly. For now, he was unable to make any large movements and could only lean against the window lazily. As watched the scenery outside, his eyelashes cast a gentle shadow on his face.

Ji Nuan nearly forgot about the frightening experiences they had gone through.

She nearly thought that Great Boss Mo and she had only just returned from a vacation in a humid country and were on the flight home.

This man was always able to set her heart at ease. He gave a sense of security, belonging, and stability. All of it came from him.

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Ji Nuan was not sure when she fell asleep. When she woke up, her mind felt dazed. She could still hear the noise of the propeller by her ear. Since they were still on the plane, she shouldn't have slept for very long.

However, the light piercing through the cabin windows indicated that they had already flown past half the earth. Several hours of flight had already brought them from the evening to daylight.

Originally, she was rather uncomfortable from the nausea and pregnancy symptoms. Right now, she was extremely ill-suited for long flights. However, right now, she felt exceptionally comfortable laying here.

She woke up under the piercing light and finally reacted.

She was laying on Mo Jingshen's lap.

His wounds—

Ji Nuan frantically sat up. The moment she turned, the man's gaze landed on her face. Mo Jingshen pushed her slightly messy hair behind her ears, gently asking, "Why didn't you sleep more?"

"You are still wounded, why did you let me lean on you? It's sufficiently uncomfortable not being able to move for so long, yet you still took on my weight. You should have woken me up, ah." As she spoke, Ji Nuan busied herself with checking the wounds on his back.

Thankfully, there was no blood on his clothes. She then let out a sigh of relief.

"I only have some surface wounds on my back. It's not as if I can't completely move." Mo Jingshen was about to reach out to pick up the blanket that had fallen off her body. Ji Nuan was worried that he would aggravate his wounds and pressed his hand down. She turned to pick it up herself.

Right now, it was slightly quiet in the cabin. She wasn't sure if Nan Heng was actually asleep, or he was only resting his eyes. She guessed that even if he had heard them, he would be too lazy to respond.

Feng Ling did not sleep, but she did not speak either. She was leaning against the plane's wall quietly, thinking about god knows what.

Ji Nuan softly whispered: "Feng Ling, you're not sleeping?"

Feng Ling finally then turned toward her. "No, we're almost arriving. Mrs. Mo, you haven't been resting well for the past few days. Your pregnancy is supposed to make you feel more tired. It isn't suitable for you to continue staying up late with us. After we land in America, please head to the hospital for a checkup."

Previously in Cambodia, the hospital had too many wounded patients that needed to be tended to. However, because they did not trust the hospital there, they did not let Ji Nuan have a checkup. Now that they were arriving in America, she still needed to be seen by a doctor to check if the past few days had affected her pregnancy or the development of the baby in her womb.

"I understand. I'll take time to do that." Ji Nuan did not wish to cause trouble for them, nor did she wish to cause them to worry. She directly agreed.

The moment she heard that they were arriving, she subconsciously glanced outside. She could only see America's skies. The burning and blinding sunlight was radiant.

It had been years since she came to America. Her expression turned dazed as she suddenly asked, "We're going to XI base? Or are we going to Officer Entes's place? Or…"

"We'll first land at Los Angeles International Airport. Our people will report to Officer Entes. You and Mr. Mo must head directly to the hospital. His wound is bone-deep, and the injury on his head isn't light either. He needs a series of checkups and treatments. Your body also needs to be taken care of. Don't worry about anything else. Set your mind at ease and rest in the hospital. This isn't Cambodia. There won't be so many frightening things waiting around the corner. Don't worry."

As Feng Ling spoke, she glanced at the time. "We probably have half an hour before we land. Mrs. Mo, if your body feels uncomfortable, tell me. I'll ask them to slow down the speed when they descend."

"I'm fine. They can do it normally."

But Los Angeles…

It was actually Los Angeles.

But that made sense. If they didn't go to Los Angeles, where else would they go?

The Mo Family's Shine Group was right here. XI base was also on the outskirts of Los Angeles. She also once studied in Los Angeles…

For Ji Nuan, this place could be considered familiar. However, because it had been years since she was here, and because of the ten years of memories from her past life, it seemed much further away. There were many naive experiences from back when she was young that she could no longer recall.

She suddenly felt the warmth on her hand. Turning back, she saw that Mo Jingshen had held her hand, keeping her in his palm.

As the plane was landing, they slowly descended and passed by the Los Angeles River. An old bridge on the river was an important signal that they were entering Los Angeles.

When Ji Nuan looked down to see the Los Angeles River, she suddenly heard Mo Jingshen's voice by her ear. "Back when you were studying in America, did you come by Los Angeles River frequently?"

She did not understand why he was suddenly asking this question. After thinking for a long while, she said, "My school is quite far away from this place, so I rarely came by. But I think there were several times when my friends and I would come here to stroll at night. Back then, I think I became separated from them. The streetlights by the riverside were all spoiled, so the night was especially dark."

All of a sudden, Ji Nuan's eyes brightened as though she had recalled something. "Oh yes, back then I even saved someone from the river. The person was covered in blood; who knows how he had got injured. If I hadn't been nimble and quickly grabbed onto him from the riverside, he could have been pushed away by the current. There's a waterfall ahead, it's quite dangerous…"

Before she finished her words, she abruptly felt the man's gaze focused on her.

Ji Nuan choked on her breath as she met his gaze. A memory, hidden deep in her mind, that she hadn't taken too seriously abruptly surfaced.

The difference between CPR and a first kiss…

She was dazed for half a beat before she abruptly veered her head up. She stared in disbelief at the man's smiling gaze.