Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The noodles were cold and lumped together. He hadn't touched them.

Ji Nuan suspected that he hadn't even looked at the bowl of noodles when she brought it in, let alone touched it or eaten it.

Was he not going to eat her food, even if he were hungry?

Was the ten-year distance between her and him really that hard to cross?

Ji Nuan didn't speak but just stared at the man's back. Then she suddenly walked over, took the cold bowl of noodles, and turned away without saying a word. Unable to suppress her inner anger, she walked out of the study slamming the door shut loudly.

The man's hand on the mouse paused for a moment, but then he went on to working silently.

About ten minutes later, however, the man got up and went out of the study, because he heard an eating sound.

He opened the door, only to see Ji Nuan seriously sitting on the sofa and eating the cold and lumped noodles on the table.

"What are you doing?"

It was probably the first time he had spoken to her since he woke up two months ago.

But his voice remained cold.

Ji Nuan ate the cold bowl of noodles, which was now quite unappetizing, in silence, ignoring him and continuing to tuck the noodles into her mouth, which were no longer connected.

He gazed at her deeply, walked over, and moved the bowl of noodles away from her. "The noodles are already cold. Why are you still eating them? Don't torture your stomach."

Ji Nuan raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth that was stained with soup and looked up at him coldly. "There is nothing wrong with your stomach even if you don't eat. I just eat a few bites of the cold noodles. What's the big deal? The food you refuse to eat was carefully prepared by me! If you don't eat them, I'll eat them myself."

The man looked at her as if looking at a crazy woman. Seeing her determined look, he coldly frowned, dumped the bowl of noodles in the trash, and didn't let her eat anymore.

The noodled had been dumped. Ji Nuan didn't say anything but set her chopsticks on the end of the table and sat on the sofa watching the man throw the empty bowl onto the table.

"Mo Jingshen, are you afraid that I may have a stomachache or collywobbles from eating the cold noodles? Are you worrying about me?" She asked.

He didn't look at her. Some soup splashed on his hand. He pulled out a tissue from the end of the table and wiped his hands blankly and said, "I don't want you to have a stomach problem. If you wake up tomorrow morning with a stomachache, I'll have to call a doctor for you. It will delay my time."

"Is it hard to admit that you can't forget about me?" Ji Nuan stared at him.

A mocking smile appeared on his deadpan face. He coldly glanced at her. "Are you nuts? Ji Nuan, you're out of your mind."

"Yes, maybe I am out of my mind indeed." Ji Nuan leaned back on the sofa and looked at him. "Even if you are so cold and ruthless to me, I feel you actually love me very much."

Mo Jingshen was no longer expressionless.

Instead, he looked cold and determined.

The room fell into an eerie silence. He didn't speak, nor did Ji Nuan.

The wind was whistling outside. A gust of wind passed the window and broke the silence in the room.

"It's one o'clock in the morning." He didn't look at her, but said in a low, indifferent voice, "Turn off the light and go to bed."

Listening carefully, she could feel the coldness in his words like crumbs of ice falling to the ground, although he seemed to care about her.

What on earth was he thinking…

Ji Nuan could not help wondering whether, when she, after ten years of exile, had been framed and put in prison, he was happy at the news, instead of suddenly appearing in the prison the moment she vomited blood and died as she had dreamed…

Perhaps a dream was only a dream.

He seemed really sick of her. How could he care if she lived or died if he hadn't appeared for ten years?

Maybe she was just an irrelevant person to him.

As it was now, she seemed to be a person who had nothing to do with him.

"When are you going to bed?" She still leaned back on the sofa without moving.

Mo Jingshen said, without even looking at her, "I rest when I feel like sleeping. You don't have to worry about that."

"But I want you to hold me to sleep." Ji Nuan looked at his face and said earnestly, "As before."

Mo Jingshen frowned and looked at her coldly. "Don't make yourself a joke!"

With the light of the floor lamp, Ji Nuan looked at his face in the dim yellow light and said frankly and sincerely, "You've always loved to hold me to sleep…"

He coldly curved his lips and smiled coldly, but his eyes were not smiling. "That's the 'Mo Jingshen' of ten months ago, not me."

She suddenly got up and went to him. Night always gave people inexplicable courage. She wanted to give him a hug or let him give her a hug. These days he wouldn't even touch her hand, let alone hug her.

Maybe a hug would change his attitude. Perhaps he would come back if she gave him a hug, then he wouldn't be so cold to her again.

He seen to be aware of her intentions because before her hand was about to touch him, he turned away and went into the study without looking back.

The floor lamp in the living room lengthened her shadow, casting a long shadow on the floor.

Ji Nuan looked at the closed study door, stood still for a moment, and then felt the pain growing in her stomach.

He did know her well. She could survive any disaster, but couldn't stand a little cold, a slight fever, or even eat something cold during her period.

That bowl of noodles was cold and sticky. She really shouldn't have eaten it.

She raised her hand to her stomach, and after standing for a moment, unable to support herself, she turned and sat down on the sofa, where she curled up, clutching her increasingly painful stomach. The door of the study remained closed, and no sound came from inside.

The living room was so quiet that she felt lonely.

Ji Nuan looked up as she endured the pain. The tears that she forced back into her eyes blurred her vision. She looked at the floor lamp and curled up in discomfort on the sofa.

It hurt, but she brought it on herself. She didn't know if she was irrationally trying to hurt herself when she was eating those noodles.

Would his heart ache for her?

As it turned out, he didn't even care.

He spoiled her into such a fragile little princess but then cruelly pushed her back to the cold cage, ignoring her.

She shouldn't eat anything cold within the six months of miscarriage, because her stomach and belly couldn't stand any stimulation. Clutching her aching stomach, she buried her face in the back of the sofa, waiting for the pain to pass.