Volume 1 Chapter 122 A Lover Or A Slave (1/2)

Under the comforter, Mo Yuan embraced her closely and allowed her to cry all she wanted. The more she cried louder and the more he felt as if someone was ripping his heart to shreds.

This was beyond physical pain. The more she shed tears and soaked his nightshirt, the more he felt distressed. He didn't know how to explain such emotions.

Han Luo cried for hours and quieted down at midnight. She fell asleep while crying. He could hear her regular breathing.

Mo Yuan moved the comforter away from her face so that she could breathe. He quietly wiped her tears. He wanted to change his wet nightshirt thinking she might catch a cold but Han Luo was clinging onto him. So, he decided not to move and only unbuttoned his shirt and threw it somewhere in the dark.

He had an extra shirt at the corner of the bed. He used his leg to pick it up and tried to wear that shirt.

Han Luo shifted her body closer sensing his movement. Mo Yuan froze before wearing his shirt in very slow motion. After buttoning his shirt only then he relaxed.

Han Luo once again found her way to bury her head on his chest. Mo Yuan hugged her close and planted a small kiss on her head. ”Ah Luo, don't worry. I will find out what happened that caused your heels to break.”

The next day, Han Luo woke up in Mo Yuan's arms. She looked at him only to see him gazing at her. He smiled and brushed the back of his hand on her left cheek and her hair. He asked gently, ”Good morning, did you sleep well?”

For some unknown reason, Han Luo felt shy under his warm gaze. It was the first time she ever slept with someone other than her parents. Her heart raced. She hid her face on his chest and replied shyly, ”Mmm.”

Mo Yuan wrapped his arms around her and asked, ”What are you being shy for? You are the one who wanted to sleep with me.”

Han Luo hugged his neck and stayed silent.

It's rare for her to act spoiled when she was the one who was keeping distance. Mo Yuan gladly welcomed her spoiled act. He felt bitter inside when she stayed away from him.

He stroked her hair and in a deep yet gentle voice he asked, ”Are you feeling better now?”

Han Luo recalled the incident of yesterday and nodded. It didn't hurt like before but it wasn't easy to let it go either. However, she cried a lot last night and her chest felt lighter.

Seeing that she nodded, Mo Yuan felt relieved. ”That's better. Are you hungry? It's almost eight.”

Han Luo shook her head and clung onto him. Mo Yuan didn't say anything else. He let her stay above him while he continued to caress her back and played with her hair.

They stayed like that for who knew how long. Han Luo suddenly looked at him and said, ”Big brother Yuan, can you kiss me here?” She pointed at her right cheek.

Mo Yuan's gaze darkened. ”Are you sure? Don't you want to be kissed by your man?”

Han Luo looked troubled. She pondered about it and lowered her hand on his chest. She put her chin on his chest and looked at him pitifully. ”Can't I make you my man?”