Chapter 95: Who Is the Sweetheart

Shen Yijue narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out to press two fingers against Mo Qi's forehead, and pushed her bobbing head away. In a low voice, he asked, "Who is my little darling?"

"You are my little darling." Mo Qi flung out her hands to cup Shen Yijue's face, but she had not braced herself properly over the back of the seat and suddenly tipped sideways.

Thud.

Mo Qi fell, wedged helplessly between the driver’s seat and the passenger seat.

She flailed twice, but her body was too weak to struggle free.

At first Shen Yijue was worried she might have hurt herself in the fall and had wanted to help her up. But now, seeing her thrashing about like a turtle flipped onto its back, he no longer felt like bothering with her.

"I'm stuck," Mo Qi muttered after a few vain struggles, gasping and unable to turn over. She simply lay there with her head tipped up, looking at Shen Yijue pitifully.

The corners of her eyes were faintly red, shimmering with watery light, like a puppy that had failed to beg for food.

"Do you still know who you are?" Shen Yijue braced one hand on the steering wheel and looked at her blankly, though helplessness flickered in his eyes.

"Hot!" Mo Qi ignored him and reached up to undo the buttons of her shirt.

"Don't move around." Helpless, Shen Yijue reached out and lifted her up, intending to send her back to the rear seat.

"Hold me." In her present state, how could Mo Qi possibly be so obedient? Using the strength of his arm, she wriggled forward like a caterpillar and threw herself around his waist.

A sensation like nibbling and biting spread at his waist. Shen Yijue's brow twitched, and he pressed a hand to her forehead again. "What are you biting?"

"Milk. Give it to me." Mo Qi pouted, eyes half-closed, humming in protest.

The veins at Shen Yijue's temple jumped violently. Which bastard had given this foolish woman some damned aphrodisiac?

Aside from her body running a fever, how was this any different from being drunk and acting stupid?

Milk? Milk your sister!

Even Shen Yijue, with all his self-control, could not help but feel himself about to explode at Mo Qi's repeated attempts to cling to him and beg for milk.

"Lie still and don't move!" Shen Yijue carried Mo Qi back to the rear seat, fastened her seat belt, and only then returned to the driver's seat.

Unfortunately, the moment he started the car, Mo Qi had already undone the seat belt herself and was wriggling back over again.

Shen Yijue kept his eyes on the road, allowing Mo Qi to kiss and nuzzle wildly at his neck, ignoring her shameless hands groping all over him.

"Mo Qi, don't light the fire yourself." Shen Yijue caught the hand that was reaching toward his thighs and said coldly, "I could not possibly take you for the first time under these conditions!"

"I want you." Mo Qi kissed and bit at Shen Yijue's neck, his cheek, his ear. Her scorching breath seemed ready to roast a person alive.

"You asked for this!" Shen Yijue pulled Mo Qi into the passenger seat again, buckled her in, and used one arm to pin her down before driving out of the underground garage.

Driving one-handed, he raced along the empty roads at midnight, and before long he had reached a secluded park.

Shen Yijue got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and carried Mo Qi out.

Her eyes were hazy and half-lidded. She tightened her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss his mouth.

Shen Yijue turned his face away, refusing her kiss.

"Hm?" Mo Qi seemed dissatisfied and gave a muffled cry before opening her mouth to bite his Adam's apple.

Shen Yijue drew a deep breath, then strode over the low fence and into the park.

This kind of park near a residential area was quiet and secluded. Every dozen or so meters there was a small lamp, not very bright, but enough to make out the gravel path laid by hand beneath their feet.

Shen Yijue carried Mo Qi deeper and deeper into the center of the park.

Mo Qi had already tugged free the hem of his shirt from where he had tucked it into his pants, and her fingers, like a thirsty sponge finding water, were groping, rubbing, and pinching at his waist.

"Mo Qi, you're courting death!" Shen Yijue quickened his pace, his face darker than the night itself.

If Mo Qi were this passionate when sober, he would naturally welcome it.

But now every one of her actions was caused by the drug's stimulation, not by her own will.

He did not feel happy at all. Instead, he was furious. He should never have let her come to this pointless gathering, one that was nothing but trouble and had no value whatsoever.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He raised a hand and slapped Mo Qi on the backside.

Still, he controlled his strength at the last moment and did not actually hurt her much.

"Mmm." Mo Qi twisted uncomfortably, tightening both arms around his neck even more.

"Let go. I can't see the road."

"No." Her body burned unbearably. It felt as though tens of thousands of ants were crawling inside her bones, and the agony made her want to strip herself down to skin and bone.

"Uncomfortable."

Mo Qi buried her head in Shen Yijue's neck and gave a low, whimpering sound.

"Now you know it's uncomfortable. What were you doing earlier?"

Shen Yijue gave a cold snort and finally stopped.

Because the park near this residential area was so quiet and sparsely frequented, only a few elderly men and women came here in the mornings to practice taiji or play the erhu, far removed from the clamor of the secular world.

He had come here before to clear his head and knew that there was an artificial lake at the center of the park.

The water was very well maintained and exceptionally clean, but even at its deepest it only reached an adult's thigh.

Shen Yijue carried Mo Qi to the lakeside and looked down at her. "Let go."

"I won't." Though Mo Qi's mind was clouded, instinct told her that nothing good would come of letting go, so she held even more tightly to Shen Yijue's neck.

"You let go, and I'll satisfy your request."

Shen Yijue was not anxious. Instead, he softened his voice and coaxed her.

"R-really?" Mo Qi stroked his chest with one hand, her unfocused eyes half-closed. "I want you. Can you satisfy that too?"

"Mo Qi." Shen Yijue narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Are you truly unconscious, or are you taking advantage of the drug to harass me on purpose?"

"Hot, take it off." As if she had not heard him at all, Mo Qi reached back to tug at her shirt.

Could the sober Mo Qi ever do such a thing?

Shen Yijue was at a loss for words.

The sober Mo Qi was a little fox in false guise, cunning and guarded. Only when she lost consciousness would she become so foolish and dazed.

"I can't get it off." After twisting around for a long while, unable to remove her clothes while being held horizontally in his arms, Mo Qi frowned in frustration.

"Mo Qi, spread your arms. I'll help you take it off."

"Ah." Mo Qi really did obediently spread her arms.

Shen Yijue took two steps forward and, without hesitation, hurled her out.

Splash.

Mo Qi hit the water like a stone sinking into the sea and vanished at once beneath the surface.

"Don't come up until you're sober," Shen Yijue said coldly from the shore.

The icy lake water at night instantly surged over her head, flooding into her body through her mouth, nose, and ears.

Mo Qi's muddled mind jolted in shock, and she instinctively burst toward the surface.

Sputter.

She broke through the water, raising a hand to wipe the cold drops from her face.

Water had choked into her nose and throat. She coughed violently a few times before the discomfort eased somewhat.

As the crushing suffocation in her lungs lessened, Mo Qi lifted her eyelids and looked toward Shen Yijue standing by the shore.