C13 I've Never Seen Such a Pervert

Mo Xiling lounged in his chair, his long legs casually draped over a small table in front, arms crossed as he watched the large screen before him.

On the screen, Qiao Yiyi was dozing off at the edge of the bed, her head bobbing like a pecking chick. Unbeknownst to him, a faint smile played at the corners of Mo Xiling's lips.

His attention sharpened when he saw Qiao Yiyi retrieve a sword from beneath the mattress, his pupils dilating slightly, his gaze turning icy. His slender fingers rhythmically tapped on the chair's armrest.

Was she planning to ambush him unawares? She certainly had guts!

She had flouted his rules, defied him, and thrown tantrums, yet he hadn't sent her packing. Mo Xiling's brow furrowed as he pondered the woman on the screen, who was now concealing her sword.

He didn't care for the woman herself, but her scent was another matter. Its sweet, fragrant, and clean essence captivated him whenever he drew near.

With patience, he sat and waited, watching until Qiao Yiyi finally succumbed to sleep on the bed.

Qiao Yiyi was usually a sound sleeper, but in this place, her sleep was fitful, haunted by the fear of Mo Xiling intruding in the dead of night. She awoke several times, reassured by her solitude, and drifted back to sleep.

That was until a searing breath caressed her neck, causing her eyes to snap open, frozen in place. A hand rested on her waist, the man's proximity evident as his breaths, hot and sharp, fanned her neck.

Her heart hammered against her ribcage, the sound echoing in the silent room.

The hand at her waist crept upwards, halting over her chest, pressing against the frantic pulse of her heart.

"Are you afraid?" His voice was a deep, melodious contrast to his previous coldness.

Qiao Yiyi felt the urge to swear. Who wouldn't be terrified by an unexpected visitor in their bed at night?

And his hand, lingering where it was, stirred a tumult of emotions within her. She was acutely aware that he wasn't assaulting her, merely sensing her heartbeat. Yet her body betrayed her with a tingling, ticklish response that left her breathless.

Sensing her trembling, the man flipped her over. "If you're so scared, why not just comply?"

Qiao Yiyi stole a quick glance at him. His eyes were lucid and composed, showing no signs of drowsiness.

She couldn't respond. While most would submit out of fear, she wouldn't. There was a streak of pride in her that prevented her from groveling.

Though defiant, she knew how to feign compliance. With trembling hands, she gently placed them on the man's shoulder, casting her gaze downward in silence.

The man remained silent in response to her gesture of appeasement. After some time, he lowered his head toward her neck.

Qiao Yiyi braced herself for a kiss, ready to draw her sword and strike him in the back should he make a false move.

But the kiss never came. The man paused mere millimeters away, his breath hot and piercing like needles against her neck.

What was he waiting for? Why wasn't he moving?

Growing anxious, a sudden realization struck Qiao Yiyi. She recalled their first encounter when Mo Xiling had done the same—pressing close to her neck. He was smelling her.

A wave of goosebumps swept over Qiao Yiyi. She had encountered weirdos before, but this was beyond anything she'd seen.

Time passed, and Mo Xiling remained motionless, his breathing even, as if he were asleep. Qiao Yiyi's hand crept toward the back, inching closer to the edge of the bed, and slipped beneath the mattress...

She felt around to the left, then to the right—nothing.

She was sure it had been placed right by the bed, within easy reach.

Had the sword slipped further in? Biting her lip, Qiao Yiyi leaned into him. As she did, his lips made natural contact with her skin, his breath scorching yet his lips cold as ice, causing Qiao Yiyi to shudder.