C15 To Make Him Satisfied Just like That

Qiao Yiyi steeled herself and, with trembling hands, slid the straps of her pajamas down, stealing a quick glance at Mo Xiling. He stood still, seemingly waiting for her next move.

With a determined bite of her lip, Yiyi pulled down the other strap, revealing her pale breasts. Her face flushed a deep crimson under Xiling's intense gaze, as if it might ignite at any moment.

Mo Xiling leaned forward but refrained from touching her; instead, he continued to sniff her.

After a moment, he lifted his head, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

"Get on the bed," he commanded, his voice icy.

Resigned to her fate, Yiyi moved sluggishly to the bed and lay down, instinctively pulling her clothes back up to cover herself.

Xiling seemed indifferent. He didn't lay a finger on her. Instead, he knelt on the bed and meticulously sniffed her entire body, from head to toe, not sparing even her toes. His hot breath swept over Yiyi's skin inch by inch, raising fine goosebumps wherever it passed.

Yiyi clutched the bedsheet tightly, struggling to contain her discomfort.

Eventually, Xiling raised his head, his piercing eyes devoid of any desire or passion.

Without uttering a word, he lay down, turning Yiyi onto her side. He kept a slight distance, burying his face in her neck and exhaling a soft sigh, seemingly in relief.

Yiyi remained on edge throughout, bracing herself for the worst, ready to endure any ensuing pain or degradation.

But nothing happened. He lay quietly behind her, not touching her, his warm breath on her neck the only contact.

Confused, Yiyi wondered if this was it. Was he satisfied with just that?

Time passed, and the man behind her remained still, his breathing steady and even, as if he had fallen asleep.

Yiyi had no idea what time it was, but dawn couldn't be far off. She had barely slept that night and didn't intend to sleep any more. The creep hadn't violated her, so she needed to stay alert, anticipating the dreadful moment that might still come.

Despite her resolve not to sleep, exhaustion took over, and she drifted off.

When she awoke, she was alone in the bed. Yiyi quickly sat up, examining herself. Her body showed no signs of harm; the bedsheets were unstained, and her skin bore no marks of kisses. He hadn't touched her.

Qiao Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, yet her confusion only deepened. She had lain beside him the entire night, and he hadn't laid a finger on her. What was that creep's endgame?

Slipping out of bed, she padded over to the window in her soft slippers, stealthily peering through the curtains. The blinding sunlight burst in, stabbing at her eyes. She hastily dropped the curtains and shielded her eyes with her hands, waiting until they adjusted before opening them once more.

With the sunlight blazing outside and a gnawing hunger inside, Qiao Yiyi surmised it must be noon. She couldn't help but admire her own resilience for having slept through the morning in what felt like a den of thieves!

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Mo Qingze could hardly believe his eyes. "Xiling, are you injured?"

"It's nothing."

"Did Qiao Yiyi do this?" Mo Ziyu asked, his voice laden with concern, "I'll go take care of her!"

"No, it was my own doing."

Even Mo Zinuo was taken aback, chuckling in disbelief. "Xiling, why on earth would you stab yourself?"

"To fulfill her wish."

"She wanted to kill you?" Mo Ziyu sprang to his feet, ready for action, "I'll handle her!"

Mo Xiling gestured dismissively, "I need her alive."

"But..." Mo Ziyu and Mo Qingze chimed in unison.

"Don't worry, she poses no threat to me," Mo Xiling stated flatly. "Siyu, prepare a room for her. She's not to leave just yet."

Mo Siyu glanced at Mo Qingze, then nodded obediently, "Understood, I'll take care of it immediately."

"And one more thing," Mo Xiling added after a brief pause, "bring her some breakfast."