Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

She leaned against the wall with a delightful smile, gazing at his cold eyes, who barely showed any emotion.

The smile on her face gradually faded as she noticed his indifference. Finally, she seemed to read something in his unfathomable eyes, and her lips trembled. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Mo Jingshen coldly looked at her. "How should I look at you?"

At least he shouldn't give her such an indifferent, emotionless, and cold look as if she was totally a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

Ji Nuan paused before suddenly looking out the door, and then back at him. "If it's because you just woke up and are not feeling well, I'm going out right now. Take a rest. I'll wait outside. I won't leave or come in to disturb you…"

"Miss Ji." His cold and indifferent voice went into her ears as if bringing back to her the man whose life never intersected with hers ten years ago.

The light was pouring down in the large ward, and the transparent dust was floating up and down in the air; however, the ward was silent, except for his chilly, resolute voice.

Ji Nuan suddenly froze.

Miss Ji?

Mo Jingshen looked at her coldly. "You don't need to be so surprised. No matter if it was ten years ago or ten years later, everything should return to its original place and find back its original track."

The room was eerily quiet.

Mo Jingshen was like this, she was like this…

Somehow, she had a feeling that she would never find him back. He was as far away from her as he would be ten years later, out of touch, out of sight, and out of reach.

Hearing his words, she felt so cold as if she had been splashed with cold water and almost lost her footing.

All her joy at the fact that he had finally awakened cooled in an instant. She stared into his eyes, unable to find any of the warmth and concern that had been there before. He seemed to have lost all affection for her. He was Mo Jingshen, but not the Mo Jingshen she was familiar with.

He was different…

She moved her lips. "You…"

"I'm still me, I haven't forgotten anything." His voice was calm yet cruel. "I slept too long, and I had a long dream."

Ji Nuan understood it almost instantly, and her blood nearly froze at that moment.

He knows.

He knows everything.

Her greatest fear was that he would learn that she reincarnated and had been following him closely from the very beginning to change her fate and relive this life satisfactorily, but the nightmare had finally come.

From the very beginning, she stuck to this marriage with a purpose. Even if the results had changed and were far from what she originally planned, in this man's eyes, who could see through everything she did when she reincarnated, she was like a traveler with many stolen goods in her backpack. He saw through her, and the most hidden side of her was thoroughly torn open by him unreservedly.

Without thinking, Ji Nuan suddenly raised her hand and clutched his clothes, struggling to get close to him, but Mo Jingshen didn't give her a chance to get close. Ignoring her pale look, he kept her hand away and just looked at the door of the ward with his deep and indifferent eyes, indicating that she could go.

Ji Nuan's face was almost transparently pale, paler than it had been in the operating room during the miscarriage. Her voice was hollow. "Jingshen… we…"

Then a few words cold to the extreme hit her. "I will sign the divorce agreement to you as soon as I return to Hai City."

Ji Nuan looked up at him, asking blankly, "Divorce?"

Mo Jingshen's cold and stern face cracked an ambiguous smile as if he was mocking her. With that strange smile, he said freezingly, "You've taken advantage of what you can take advantage of. Now it's time to end it. I am just giving you what you want."

The tall and handsome man stared at her condescendingly, with only coldness and darkness in his eyes. The thin, radiant lips no longer showed any warmth, which stung her like an ice needle.

Gave her what she wanted?

It's because she was too stupid in her previous life that she drove herself to that point. If she had been sober, she wouldn't have lived her life that way. He was the best man in the world to her, and she would have never surrender him to any other woman. Maybe she approached him because she wanted to live a better life, and perhaps she did have a purpose, but it was true that she loved him, couldn't leave him, and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

Divorce?

How was that possible? She would never divorce him!

Ji Nuan moved her lips, trying to say something, only to find that words were really powerless sometimes. When her gaze met his again, she raised her hand and brought them to his eyes. The skin on the back of her hand and wrist were still red from the scalding in Cambodia.

"Mo Jingshen, can everything we've been through be treated as if it didn't exist?"

He looked at her hand in silence and said nothing.

"Can all the affection between us be regarded as non-existent?" Ji Nuan stared at him. "Do all the promises we've made to each other; the vows we've made to each other, and all we've experienced together disappear because of a single dream of yours.

With tears streaming down her face, Ji Nuan grabbed his collar. "Mo Jingshen, I traded my life for my current life and my heart for my home and husband! What makes you think you can deny my entire life?"

He bent slightly because of the force with which she held him. He didn't push her away but stared at her tearful face and gradually sneered. It was the first time he had seen her crying without the slightest intention of coaxing or hugging her. He just watched her cry, and his eyes had no emotions except for coldness and sarcasm.

He pinched her chin and narrowed his eyes. "Life really favors you…" His voice paused for a moment, and then he stared into her eyes. "Do you love me very much now?"

Ji Nuan paused and then nodded firmly.

Mo Jingshen laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and he pinched her chin harder. "Ji Nuan, I've seen too many smart people, but none of them are as smart as you. You know exactly what you want and spare no effort to fight for it. That's just because you don't want to be that poor miserable woman in prison again!"

Her tears welled up, and she tried to deny it, but his eyes were too cold, and he pinched her chin too hard.

Her jaw was red, but he showed no pity for her and said coldly, "Do you remember with what feeling you climbed into my bed the first night you reincarnated, en?"