Chapter 2313

Mo Lingwei savored the deep meaning hidden in Feng Shaojin's words, remained silent for a long time, then nodded suddenly: "I see."

She raised her hand and began to unbutton the cheongsam, from the neckline to the slender waist.

She was so thin that she could see the dark blue veins on the back of her hands trembling slightly, struggling with the exquisite and complicated buttons, and occasionally she couldn't untie them, so she pulled them hard, seeming a little out of breath.

Feng Shaojin stared at her movements with cold eyes, moving his gaze down from her stunning little face, inch by inch, across the gracefully curved swan neck, and then to the slightly exposed round snow-white shoulders...

Feng Shaojin stared at the faint tooth marks that still remained on her shoulder, his eyes were rolling like dark sea waves, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his tense body gradually froze.

He suddenly grabbed Mo Lingwei's hand which was continuing to unbutton it, his thin lips caught her cherry-colored lips, and his other arm wrapped around her slender waist.

Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, looked at the sculpture-like eyebrows of the man who was close at hand, and closed her eyes.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

He slowly let go of his arms, stared at her slightly swollen lips, and added a touch of self-mockery and sarcasm in his low and hoarse voice: "You don't know, you don't even know what I want."

Feng Shaojin turned around, and walked out of the bedroom like a deserter who had thrown away his helmet and armor.

His back was lonely and desolate, as if a little later, she would notice the defeat in his heart.

Mo Lingwei only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and her body was weak. Her arms were firmly supported by the window sill, forcing herself to stand still, and her palms tightened the curtain.

What else does he want besides her?

Mo Lingwei didn't know why Feng Shaojin let her go all of a sudden, nor did he know what his last sentence meant.

She doesn't want to know anymore.

She only knew that by doing this, Feng Shaojin refused to send Xiu'er away from Yuncheng.

She shouldn't have given him the slightest hope in the first place.

She never seems to have guessed Feng Shaojin's thoughts, but it doesn't matter anymore, and she doesn't want to guess now, as long as everything is according to his wishes.

It's not too late to mention this matter when he is in a better mood.

Xiu'er's body hasn't fully recovered yet, the journey is far away, and it's not suitable for long-distance bumps.

Mo Lingwei's slightly trembling fingers stroked up the cheongsam, groping to fasten the buckle at the collar...

Feng Shaojin left the bedroom in a panic and stood in the corridor not knowing where to go.

By the time he came back to his senses, he had already entered the guest room, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Xiu'er who was sleeping soundly.

Feng Shaojin stared at Xiu'er's face that resembled Mo Lingyuan, a wry smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.

If this child is really his own, even if she doesn't want him anymore and wants to be free, as long as there is a child she gave him by his side, he will probably let her go free.

She cared so much about her nephew, if it was her own child, she didn't know what she would do, maybe even for the sake of the child, she would reluctantly stay by his side and be with him.

Feng Shaojin couldn't figure out why Mo Lingwei still couldn't figure out his heart. If he only wanted her, why should he keep restraining himself?