Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 513: All of the Self-Restraint He Had Been Struggling to Maintain Was Ignited

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

This kiss was far too wanton and intimate.

After being bound by his rationality and responsibility for years, with her return to Hai City, his restraint gradually weakened, and, by now, he was barely holding on.

The man had nowhere to vent his stifled heart. The fear from almost watching her die rose as they kissed intimately. In his entire life, he had never experienced such a feeling. When the dust had finally settled on everything he had personally pushed away, he wanted to take it all back, yet it was so difficult. There was no way even to begin.

At this moment, he had completely lost control over his own emotions. He no longer cared about the past.

He loved her, and that was it.

What was lost had to be regained.

The unrestrained, passionate kiss pressed against her lips harshly, causing her body to become hypersensitive. Ji Nuan was tightly held against the wall, the noise of the shower by her ears. It wasn't clear if the droplets on her face were water or tears. She could barely breathe, and her aching body was turning numb. All of her senses gradually faded, and all she knew was the man embracing her tightly against the wall.

In the past three years, Mo Jingshen had lived like a monk in self-denial. He planned for her once dilapidated and destroyed life, and when his efforts finally began to bear fruit, he let go. He let her grow as she pleased. He did not visit her, nor did he ask about her. He suppressed and restrained himself, and yet with the woman's return, all of his control was destroyed.

Like an ignorant child who was experiencing love for the first time, he would carefully approach. After being pushed away, he would approach again. His mind understood and told him that it was unlikely that this woman would ever return to his arms in this lifetime. It told him that he should let go. But his body wouldn't listen.

He told himself not to approach but saw the radiance she had blossomed into at the seaside resort. He saw her engage others with frowns and smiles, while she maintained a cold expression and firm distance with him; even though he was once the closest to her.

He did not plan on accepting the government's plan to build a stadium, but upon seeing MN Group's name, he signed on the document he was supposed to refuse.

He had visited a cafe for a meeting with a business partner but had to watch as another's man's mother held her hands and smiled at her radiantly, as though she was her daughter-in-law. He watched as a jade bangle was placed on her wrist.

That night, after the business meeting, he wasn't sure how he had driven the car to her place. Before the blackout, he went upstairs but saw that she had yet to return home. As he gazed downstairs, through her phone brightness, he was able to look into the car and watched as the man stole a kiss from her cheek. Her expression as she sat dumbstruck in the car was truly moving.

And all of the restraint he had been struggling to maintain was ignited.

He did not only lose control once.

Each time, the loss of control caused his rationality to chip away slowly.

The woman he treasured and loved the most had become the woman he could not touch. These were the lips he had desired the most but could only half-heartedly steal with the excuse of alcohol.

It was soft, like his heart when he loved her.

Three years of loss. It was impossible to recover everything with one kiss. Ji Nuan's hair was scattered across her shoulders. A few strands wrapped around her neck, like seaweed, and got in the way. Her breathing was frantic, and she leaned against his embrace, breathing with difficulty.

The man's kiss was harsh, and she was pressed against the bathroom wall. The last piece of clothing was tugged off from her body, and as steam filled the air, the boundless desire was about to come into fruition. Nothing could be concealed further, nor could it be stopped.

Just as Mo Jingshen was about to take her, the woman in his arms suddenly became limp. He faltered, watching with ink-black eyes as she almost collapsed forward. He took a step back and reached his arms out. Ji Nuan instantly fell weakly into his arms.

She was injured.

The water and her long hair disguised the bleeding wound on her scalp, but her body was unable to take it any further. She had fainted.

Mo Jingshen lifted her up with a heavy and cold expression and stepped out of the bathroom. The bed became damp with water and dyed with her blood as he placed her on it. The hotel staff had already called a doctor, and the doctor was diligently knocking outside the door.

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The pain was tremendous as the doctor took care of her wounds. Although the handle of the gun wasn't that sharp, and it had only smashed against her scalp once, it still caused some bleeding.

When Ji Nuan was being brought out of the ocean, her body had been quite weak, and she could not hold her breath properly under the water. She had choked, and both her throat and lungs were uncomfortable.

Ji Nuan laid on the bed peacefully, allowing the doctor to manage her head wounds. However, when she turned over, someone placed an ice-bag on her swollen cheek. The pain caused her to knit her brows in her unconscious state.

Finally, when the treatment was done, Ji Nuan was still dreaming of the salty, bitter, and cold ocean water. She watched as Mo Jingshen pushed her out of the water with a cold expression over and over again. Each time, when she was finally pushed ashore, Mo Jingshen would fall back into the water with a slight smile.

"No… no…"

Ji Nuan struggled in her dreams to charge back into the water. She swam frantically in the boundless ocean, but it wasn't enough. She couldn't reach him. She saw a pitch-black cave on the deepest part of the ocean. Mo Jingshen watched her, as though she was a stranger, from that cave, and in an instant, he was sucked away into that cave.

She swam over frantically. As she entered that pitch-black cave, a light appeared to enter the world once more.

She watched as she died in that prison cell. The instant she fell unconscious on the ground, a silhouette suddenly rushed it. She finally got a clear view of him. That person was Mo Jingshen. The Mo Jingshen who had disappeared for ten years and suddenly returned from America.

He carried her body, that was still slightly warm, and stood up. He was mindless of the prison guards by the side as he brought her away.

Ji Nuan stared at this scene blankly. She was about to follow him out, but an invisible wall seemed to be obstructing her. She could only watch as the man's silhouette gradually faded.

The light abruptly shifted, and the scene changed to a peaceful hospital room.

In the hospital room, she laid on the white bed without any signs of life. Mo Jingshen stood by her side, silently watching her body. Her body had already turned cold and no longer contained any warmth.

Ji Nuan could not approach. She could only watch the man by the bedside from afar. His gaze was gentle, like the Jingshen from those ten months they shared. He watched the ten years of the future that belonged to her with understanding, cold, and heavy eyes.

At this moment, the hospital room door was opened. Ji Mengran from the future approached and said with reddened eyes: "Brother Jingshen, you suffered such a serious car accident in Los Angeles a few months ago. You were in a coma for several months before finally waking up, yet you rushed to return to the country right after. The moment you came back, you had to watch as my sister passed away… I know the reason you've been single for the past ten years was my sister. But didn't you plan on staying away from Hai City forever? Why did you rush back the moment you wake up? You even went straight to the prison, as though you knew something had happened to my sister…"