Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 648: He Was Mad. He Must Be Mad!

Seeing that Ji Nuan almost cried out loud, Sheng Yihan paused because of her fragile look and didn't notice that she secretly bent her leg.

When his lower body was suddenly hit hard by her knee, Sheng Yihan let out a muffled groan in pain and froze on top of her.

With tears in her eyes, Ji Nuan looked at the pale-faced man on top of her and tried her best to push him away. Sheng Yihan endured the pain and reached for her, trying to grab her back, but she rolled over to the bedside again, stumbled to the ground, and slowly stood up. She moved to the door as fast as she could before he couldn't stand up because of the pain.

But when she got to the door, she hurriedly pulled the door with all her strength, only to find that it was really locked from the outside!

Locked from outside?

She forced herself to calm down and regained some sense.

Sheng Yihan's body was strangely hot just now and the door was locked from outside, which meant that she was sent here without his knowledge.

He was drugged too.

Realizing the door couldn't be opened, Ji Nuan let go of the doorknob and stiffly leaned against the door, not even pounding on the door to ask for help.

The man in the bed sat up slowly, looked back at the flushed and shocked woman leaning against the door, chuckled triumphantly, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I've told you the door has been locked from outside. Why don't you believe me?"

Hearing his voice, Ji Nuan shuddered and turned to look at him with a jerk. "Is it Ji Mengran?"

"There isn't anyone else who knows that I love you and wants to ruin you with my hands except her." Sheng Yihan said and slowly got out of bed. His eyes were still full of a desire that would almost devour her, and he approached her step by step. "Even if the door is not locked, you can't walk out. I think you could guess that there must be a lot of journalists that she called in waiting outside. Once you're photographed in the same room as me and we're both disheveled and flushed, everyone will think Mo Jingshen is cuckolded."

Seeing him approaching her, Ji Nuan leaned hard against the door and her heart sank to the bottom.

Mo Jingshen had just said in the media that she had always been Mrs. Mo and that news was still very hot. Almost everyone who had read that news exclaimed that CEO Mo was really a perfect husband and countless women envied Ji Nuan.

If she was photographed walking out of another man's room like this at such a time—-then even Mo Jingshen wouldn't be able to save her and would even be implicated by her.

Ji Nuan clenched her hands when Sheng Yihan came up to her. Smelling the man's body odor, Ji Nuan shuddered again. "You were also drugged, weren't you? You will never do such a ridiculous thing if you're sober, right? Are you willing to be used by Ji Mengran?"

He chuckled and bent over her, hands on the door panel behind her. His face approached hers that was flushed and wary. "I certainly won't be used by her, but the woman sent to my bed is you, so I can only accept her 'kindness.'"

Ji Nuan raised her hand to her chest to stop him from coming any closer. Suddenly, in a trance, she almost lost control of herself and reached out to hug the man who had brought her so many nightmares. The impulse to tear off her own clothes made her almost cry in despair.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, forced herself to be sensible, and gave him another shove.

However, she failed to push him away and he put his arm around her waist, pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her neck. Ji Nuan's hairs all stood up and he desperately struggled but ended up being locked in his arms.

"Ji Nuan." Sheng Yihan hugged her tightly and whispered at her neck hoarsely and obsessively, "I've been dreaming of making you my own all these years. Even if I can't win your heart, I can take the Ji family away from you. Then at least you'll hate me, at least I'll have a place in your heart, and at least you won't forget me for the rest of your life."

"You're mad! Let go of me!"

"But now you're right in my hand. Even if I'm not drugged, I won't let you go if I see you lying in my bed like this, let alone I'm drugged. How is it possible for me to let you go?" Sheng Yihan's voice was so hoarse that she couldn't help panicking. His hot hands still clung to her waist. "Let's be ruined together. Even if… after tonight… I'll also be ruined if I ruin you… I won't regret it…"

"Sheng Yihan, sober up!" Ji Nuan thought he was mad. He must be mad!

However, he stuck to her ear, and the hot air from his mouth puffed into it. "I am very sober, Ji Nuan. I know all too well these years how you became a terrible nightmare, haunt my dream and make me lose interest in all other women except you. Now that the real you is in front of me, I have no reason to let you go."

Sheng Yihan's words sounded affectionate, but Ji Nuan trembled even harder as she listened to him. When did she become his nightmare?

He was her worst nightmare years ago!

Hearing that he had sex with her in his dreams, she felt disgusted and horrified. She raised her leg, trying to kick him again, but this time he was on his guard, holding her leg with one hand and reaching the other directly into her dress, which had been unzipped. He stroked her smooth, white back and Ji Nuan trembled and screamed in horror, "Don't touch me…"

Perhaps her voice was too shrill and sharp, his hand stopped, and she was about to push him away while he paused, when she suddenly felt a pain in her neck. He bit her in the neck.

Ji Nuan fought the pain, which kept her awake. Suddenly she looked around and caught sight of a clear crystal ashtray on a shelf not far from the window.

She took a deep breath and, according to the various acupoints and pain points of the human body in her memory that Feng Ling had taught her, lifted her foot and kicked at the middle of his leg bone hard with her heel.