Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Ji Nuan nodded and gave Shen Mu a reassuring gesture. "I didn't drink and I'm good at driving. I can drive him back."

"So how did you get here? Your car…"

"My colleagues are here, and my assistant has the key to my car. They'll take my car back. Don't worry."

"All right. I have to go. Sorry for troubling you, Mrs. Mo."

Shen Mu turned, went to the roadside, called a taxi, and hurried away. Ji Nuan stood beside the black Ghost, looking at the black, glinting door, and, after a moment's thought, went round to the driver's side, opened the door, and got in.

As soon as she entered, she smelled a strong wine scent. She turned her head and looked back. Mo Jingshen was sitting in the back row, eyes closed. She didn't know whether he was asleep or too drunk to open his eyes.

She had smelled liquor from him before, but it was the first time it felt so strong. She had never seen Mo Jingshen drunk since he always controlled himself well and never allowed himself to drink too much.

Ji Nuan looked at his clothes again, black shirt and black trousers. She had notice that since he woke up from his two-month of sleep, he had been wearing black, which made him look even colder and unapproachable.

With his eyes closed, he seemed not to have noticed that the driver had changed. Ji Nuan started the engine and was about to drive away when his low and deep voice rang. "Shen Mu."

Ji Nuan didn't speak nor look back but stared at the rearview mirror, only to see him frowned. He seemed to have drunk too much and had a headache.

"Give me water." His voice was hoarse and cold, and he still kept his eyes closed.

Ji Nuan lowered her head to look for water in the car and saw a bottle of unopened mineral water on the door of the passenger seat. She took it and handed it to him.

Mo Jingshen slightly opened his eyes. There were no lights in the car and, even if there were lights outside, it was still dark inside. When he reached out to take the water, he saw the white, slender fingers on the bottle. He paused, quietly took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. Then he closed his eyes again and leaned back in his seat.

Thinking he found nothing unusual, Ji Nuan put her hand on the steering wheel, restarted the engine, and drove the black Ghost away from the parking space in front of the clubhouse.

She drove steadily. After all, she was no longer a novice driver. The man in the back was being very quiet. Ji Nuan looked at the rearview mirror and saw Mo Jingshen's eyes closed. He seemed to be asleep.

Fifteen minutes later, the car passed the Mo Corporation, but Ji Nuan didn't hesitate to step on the accelerator, not intending to stop at all.

When the car passed Ao Lan International, she hesitated. She had planned to "abduct" this man—who hadn't returned to the Yu Garden since they came back to China—back to the Yu Garden. She felt it necessary to take him home.

However, she was afraid that he might throw a tantrum on Auntie Chen and the servants after he woke up, so she, after a short pause, drove to Ao Lan International.

Ji Nuan pulled up, unbuckled her seatbelt, turned around, and saw that he still hadn't opened his eyes. She opened the door and went out. Then she went around to the back and opened the back door, reaching out and patting him.

The man kept his eyes closed and didn't move.

Ji Nuan patted him again.

He didn't respond.

Was he really asleep?

Ji Nuan took his arms and pulled him out of the car, and when he got out of the car, his whole weight fell on her. As she struggled to support him, she reached out to close the door and stumbled into the elevator of the underground parking lot.

She finally got into the elevator, but Mo Jingshen was too tall and heavy for her, a woman of only about one hundred pounds. With his weight on her back, she wobbled. In the end, she had to lean against the wall of the elevator to bear his weight. His head hung over her shoulders, and his breath, reeking of wine, touched her neck.

Supporting him like this for a while, Ji Nuan struggled to turn to look at the number on the elevator and remembered that she hadn't swiped her card or input the password, so the elevator was still on the ground floor. She hurriedly pushed him. "Let me press the password…"

He didn't move, however. So she could only support him with one hand with difficulty. She reached out to press the password with the other hand before she quickly withdrew it and made an effort to support the man's heavy, tall body. When the elevator finally reached the floor of their apartment, Ji Nuan labored him out of the elevator.

In the past, every time Mo Jingshen held her, he easily carried her up. But now she, supporting him, felt he was as heavy as a rock, let alone that he was so tall!

She opened the door with difficulty and helped him in. Ji Nuan, staggering, supported his body lest he fell to the ground. She helped him to the sofa and sat him down.

Seeing him leaning against the sofa, Ji Nuan rubbed her slightly sour wrist and turned to close the door. Then she took off her shoes, went to the shoe closet, and took out a pair of men's slippers before she squatted down and helped him change his shoes.

She worked herself up in a sweat. Her face, which had been pale from illness, was now faintly red.

She helped him change his shoes, turned on the air-conditioner, and stood in front of the sofa lost in thought, looking at the man who was lying on the sofa motionless.

She had successfully taken him back…

Then, what should she do now?

He wouldn't talk to her much when he was sober, and now that he was so drunk, he couldn't talk to her. However, he was right in front of her, and she could touch and see him.

Certainly, she couldn't molest this man when he was drunk just because she hasn't touched him for too long.

As the ridiculous idea popped up in her mind, the corner of Ji Nuan's mouths twitched. At this time, the man suddenly rubbed between his eyebrows, his eyes closed. Seeing this, she turned to look for sobering pills, looking back at the sofa from time to time. When she saw him sitting there without intention to leave, she lowered her head to continue to search.

After she found the pills, she went to boil the water. Then she washed the white towel in cold water, wrung it dry, and hurried back to the sofa to wipe his face.

As soon as she walked over, however, she saw the man put down the hand placed between his eyebrows. His black eyes had a hint of drunkenness but had become sober. He sat there and stared at her indifferently and quietly.