Chapter 203

"It turns out to be this... bold."

Hearing her words, Qi Mo turned his head to look at her.

The interplay of lights from the screen reflected on Sheng Mumu's fair face, and one could faintly see a touch of blush creeping up her earlobes.

After speaking, she bit her lower lip and, as if summoning up courage, looked back at the big screen.

Qi Mo chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, whispering,

"I just read the movie synopsis. It's only bold, not overly explicit."

Implicitly, he meant that there wouldn't be any explicit scenes.

No need to be too nervous.

Sheng Mumu relaxed a little.

After all, even the most modern urban woman wouldn't watch an adult-rated film with her boyfriend on their second movie date.

However, her heart quickly raced again after settling down.

Ambiguous scenes in art films often tend to be suggestive, hiding amorous sentiments in the details.

For example, the protagonist's slightly bulging forearm veins.

Or the wisps of sweat-soaked hair by the heroine's ear.

The background music slowed down and suddenly accelerated, accompanied by subtle sighs.

Partially concealed and partially revealed, it aroused even more imagination than being straightforward.

Sheng Mumu felt a bit uneasy and warm.

As if to cover up her embarrassment, she reached to the side and took a sip of her drink.

Damn it.

It was a hot beverage she bought.

It didn't provide any cooling effect at all.

The theater was dimly lit, and a few scattered individuals sat in the front row.

She roughly counted and found about three couples among them.

Two of the couples had already leaned their heads together, discussing and exchanging thoughts.

The air in the theater was stagnant.

The hot breath accumulated more and more.

Sheng Mumu's face turned red, and she felt hot all over.

She couldn't tell if it was because the theater's heating was too high or because the palm embracing her shoulder was radiating heat.

A movie of less than two hours stirred up a whirlwind of thoughts in the viewers.

Upon leaving the theater, the sky was terrifyingly dark.

Several dark clouds floated in the sky.

The air was stifling and unbearable.

The parking lot was on the opposite side of the street from the theater.

Sheng Mumu said, "We should hurry back. It might rain." Qi Mo responded with a soft "Mmm" and held her hand, leading the way.

At the moment he held her hand, Sheng Mumu's breath hitched.

Her pupils slightly dilated.

It was scorching.

His palm.

It was unbelievably hot.

She glanced at him sideways, catching a glimpse of a flickering fire in his eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

So, he wasn't as carefree and indifferent as he appeared on the surface.

The two of them crossed the zebra crossing and walked to the other side of the street.

The bare branches of winter trees looked desolate without their leafy coverings.

The streetlights provided no shelter, casting their light unobstructed, fully illuminating the surroundings.

The sky grew darker.

Apart from them, there were no other pedestrians on the street.

Occasionally, a speeding vehicle passed by, stirring up a gust of wind in the stuffy air.

While walking towards the parking spot, Qi Mo suddenly released Sheng Mumu's hand.

In an instant, he lowered his hand and embraced her waist, pulling her into his arms.

Sheng Mumu collided against the solid chest of the man without any warning.

A sudden thud.

A roaring sound echoed as a motorcycle zoomed past.

Sheng Mumu hadn't reacted yet, but she turned her head in the direction of the noise.

She saw the dazzling light from the motorcycle's taillights.

The young man on the bike shouted as he passed by:

"Sorry about that."

She narrowly avoided being grazed.

Sheng Mumu breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she was safe.

Thank goodness.

Thank goodness Qi Mo...

She didn't finish her thought.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.

It was because the motorcycle had gone far away, but his hand was still clasped around her waist, gradually tightening.

She was bound in his strong embrace.

The man's chest rose and fell with each breath, and she was carried along with it.

In the stuffy air of winter, she looked up and met his deep and bottomless gaze.

His pitch-black eyes sparkled like two stars.

They flickered and danced.

There happened to be a street lamp just above them.

Its dim light gently illuminated him, highlighting his distinct and handsome features. Deep-set brows, a high nose bridge.

His lips slightly straightened.

Qi Mo's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his gaze.

At the moment she looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed her.

The tall figure of the man completely overshadowed her own shadow.

The chilly air mixed with the desolation of winter enveloped them.

His lips felt like an electric current, gently and repeatedly descending.

The man seemed unwilling to settle for a gentle kiss.

After a while, it became a dominant and possessive gesture.

His arm tightened, holding her even closer.

With one hand cradling her delicate face, his fingers slipped through her ear, gripping her chin.

In the winter night, on a street in a different city.

The composed and gentlemanly man transformed into a ferocious beast.

Releasing the pent-up desire, he let it seep out bit by bit.

Sheng Mumu's head spun from the kiss, her lips tingling.

She couldn't remember how she pushed him away.

She couldn't recall how they found the car and drove back to the villa.

Back at the villa, Qi Mo grabbed some fresh clothes and headed to the adjacent room to take a shower.

Sheng Mumu stayed in her room.

Although it had been a tiring day of work and watching movies, she didn't feel like taking a relaxing bath.

Entering the bathroom, she opted for a shower instead.

She thought about Qi Mo's overpowering kiss just now.

She genuinely worried that if she were to take a bath, he might push the door open halfway, and they would lock eyes.

Sheng Mumu thought she had already showered fast enough.

To her surprise, when she pushed open the bathroom door, Qi Mo had already returned and was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He had changed into a black T-shirt, and his broad shoulders filled out the shirt, looking incredibly attractive.

Clean and handsome.

Water droplets fell naturally, dampening the collar and shoulders, filling the air with moisture.

He sat sideways, his Adam's apple curving sensually.

Sheng Mumu pretended not to sense the imminent storm brewing in the tranquility, casually took a step forward, and planned to apply face cream.

Passing by the bedside, Qi Mo raised his hand and easily grasped her wrist.

She stopped in her tracks, her heartstrings trembling.

The man tilted his head, no words spoken.

His deep gaze was filled with thick and vibrant desire.

With a slight exertion of his powerful arm.

He pulled her into his embrace, settling her on his lap.

The man's breath engulfed her.

Gently and tenderly enclosing her, tight and compact.

No unnecessary words were spoken, and her lips softened as he kissed her.