Chapter 57: We’ll Do When You Wake Up

Shen Mochen averted his eyes and looked at Shui Miaomiao. Her teeth were bleeding, and her lips were covered with blood. A flash of pity showed in his eyes.

“Are you awake now?” asked Shen Mochen.

He did not know if he was frustrated with her, or frustrated with himself, for his desire to so easily succumb to her.

Shui Miaomiao looked at the restlessness and anger in his eyes. There was also a pair of eyes that showed anger, rage, disgust, and contempt in her memory.

The blood spread in the mouth, and the heartache was making it hard to breathe.

Shui Miaomiao’s tears flowed down at that instant.

When Shen Mochen saw the glistering tears at the edge of her eyes, and the injustice and pain in it, his heart was tightened.

Shui Miaomiao felt very cold, and her body shivered. She sat down on the left, curling herself up, and crouched in the corner of the car with her hands around his knee. Her head muffled in her knees with her eyes closed tight.

After the pain, the feeling like ants biting on her flesh had appeared again, a heat, a cold, impacting on her body.

Shui Miaomiao’s sense got bluer and bluer, and her brain was getting more and more chaotic. She felt uncomfortable, sad, and shed tears quietly because of the feeling of couldn’t get it.

Shen Mochen felt pity for the lonely and helpless Shiu Miaomiao.

“Nanfeng, drive to my house,” said Shen Mochen in a deep voice. The passing lights of the street lamp reflected in his dark pupils, glaring a unique billow.

“Ah?” Jiang Nanfeng looked at Shen Mochen from the rear mirror. When his eyes met Shen Mochen’s, he dared not disobey the order of Shen Mochen and quickly answered, “Yes.”

Shen Mochen’s house was closer than the hospital; it was just a turn away.

Shen Mochen held onto Shui Miaomiao, who was delirious and was spiritless but suffering from the effect of the drugs as he walked into the bathroom. Then he put her in the bathtub, turned on the showerhead, making the cold water flow down from her head.

She looked at him confusedly and left the water hit her face, hair, and her clothes.

Her white shirt became transparent when it was drenched, sticking on her body, showing the outline of her beautiful figure.

Shen Mochen turned away his face from her.

His instinct within was waking up.

Puffs of hot sensation were starting to spread from his belly.

Something, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, showing the potential of breaking out from the ground.

Shen Mochen clenched his teeth, grasped the handle, and lifted the showerhead to his head, but the cold water could not douse the fire inside him. Looking at her, all his efforts were in vain.

Shen Mochen dropped the showerhead on his hand, knelt on the bathtub, bent over, and kissed Shui Miaomiao’s lips.

She was nibbling at her lips with an impulsive and uncontrollable arrogance in his act.

His fingers unbutton her shirt and pull back to reveal her rounded, white shoulders.

Shen Mochen’s kiss moved from her lips to her neck and landed on her shoulder. His fingers unfastened the clasp on her back, and he kissed her intimately along the edge of her chest.

The cell phone was outside ringing.

Shen Mochen was agitated and frowned. He looked at Shui Miaomiao’s blushing face from above and met her eyes, which were more and more lost. It seemed like there was a layer of yarn, which could make others unconsciously bewitched, and want to go in, and never out.

Shen Mochen said hoarsely, “I know you are not in your right mind. If you want to do it after you wake up, I will do it with you.”

He got up, picked up the faucet on the floor, hung it on the shelf. Then he turned away and went out of the bathroom.

He answered the phone, violently, “What’s the matter?” His anger was fully presented in his tone of voice.

“Chenchen, you have a blind date on Saturday. Make sure you come,” said Lin Meijuan.

“Aren’t you going to stop these? Don’t think about it. I won’t go,” Shen Mochen hung up his phone.