You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family-Chapter 189: Sheng Mu Mu: "You are becoming more and more like a gentle scum"

After Qi Shaobai left the study, Sheng Mumu walked to Qi Mo's side with a smile, teasing:

"Mr. Qi, I didn't hear wrong, did I? You're going to prepare a lesson plan?"

Last night before bed, Sheng Mumu had chewed through a few hours of teaching aids, while Qi Mo hadn't looked at them for even a second.

When Sheng Mumu asked him with concern, "Aren't you going to get ready?"

He said, "No need."

Sheng Mumu had an expression on her face that said "I see you're trying to act tough, but now you know you're panicking, don't you" and kindly reminded:

"There are only thirty more minutes, hurry up and look through the books. Right now for high school math--" Ah--

She hadn't even finished speaking when her entire body was suddenly lifted into the air.

Qi Mo put his arm around her waist and picked her up.

Losing her balance all of a sudden, she reflexively put her hands on his shoulders, gripping his shirt tightly.

Because of the pulling, his shirt collar was opened up a little.

His exquisite collarbone appeared before her.

The next second, she was being carried by him and put on top of the desk.

The solid wood desk was very big, and the desktop was hard and slightly cool, the feeling coming through her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Sheng Mumu looked up at him, not knowing what to do.

Abruptly colliding with the pitch black, murky depths of the man's eyes.

He leaned down to her eye level.

The man's broad silhouette enveloped her slender figure.

A clean and sharp scent tinged with male pheromones wafted over.

Sheng Mumu's heart thudded.

Qi Mo didn't answer her words. His beguiling eyes slowly looked down, falling on her rosy lips, stopping there.

Using his gaze to answer her question.

He wanted to kiss her.

His warm palm clasped her slender waist, tightening by degrees.

Also giving her time to react.

Sheng Mumu braced one arm behind her on the tabletop, leaning back to widen the gap between them. Her eyes, shimmering with water, looked back at him.

She understood his meaning and glanced worriedly at the door, her heartbeat quickening.

The door was shut tight.

She knew that after Qi Mo had Qi Shaobai leave, Qi Shaobai wouldn't rashly burst in again. The housekeepers and servants wouldn't come into Qi Mo's study either.

But even if no one would come in, Sheng Mumu still felt a lingering fear that someone might walk in on them at any moment.

She pressed her lips together, gaze dodging around as she looked for some topic to divert Qi Mo's attention and not mess around with him.

Just saying something randomly to change the subject would do.

What should she say?

Sheng Mumu blinked. Facing the handsome visage right before her eyes, she suddenly opened her mouth:

"You look quite dashing today."

Qi Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, a smile emerging from the depths as the corner of his lips curved up almost imperceptibly.

Still he gave no reply, using action to speak instead.

His palm clasped her even tighter.

Sheng Mumu felt like her waist was about to be crushed by his hand.

She hurried to think of another topic.

But the man before her, delighted by her words, no longer gave her a chance to speak.

Taking more liberties, he moved closer, leaning down to kiss her.

Her breath was replaced in an instant by his.

Sheng Mumu's eyes suddenly went wide as she stared worriedly at the study door.

Her heart pounded rapidly.

One arm braced behind her, the other hand pushing against him.

The man's chest was sturdy and completely immovable. Instead, his kiss only grew deeper.

Sheng Mumu's face burned.

This wasn't their first kiss.

But it was the first time kissing in the study.

This place was too weird!

Next to them were the tidy bookshelves, pen holder, fountain pens, ink bottles.

Those things had cold attributes.

But now, the temperature between the two people was scorching hot.

As they breathed each other in, the air was searing.

As if it could burn those cold items.

Sheng Mumu panted for air. Even immersed in his kisses that alternated between gentle and passionate, she still didn't dare let down her guard toward the door.

Glancing that way from time to time.

Worried that someone might suddenly burst in.

She was even thinking about what excuses she should make.

She definitely couldn't say they were exchanging academic ideas.

Compared to the mess in her mind, her body was honest. She unconsciously put her arms around his neck, responding to his kiss.

Qi Mo's palm supported her back while his other hand had at some point come to the back of her head. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝘯𝘰𝓿𝑒𝓁.𝒸ℴ𝑚

Long, slender fingers lightly flicked up her hair tie.

Her long black hair instantly came loose, hanging loosely down her back.

He circled her waist, lingeringly leaving her lips.

Nose to nose, their heated breaths washed over her cheek, and Sheng Mumu's skin tingled and went numb.

Her lips were red and slightly swollen, glinting dots of moisture.

The aggressiveness in the man's gaze grew stronger and stronger.

She couldn't guess why he had undone her hair tie.

Suddenly--

The man's palm moved, his knuckles disappearing amid her black, lush hair.

Slowly separating the strands, cradling her head.

The next second, an even more overbearing, irresistible kiss sealed over her lips.

Sheng Mumu's heart quivered.

She could feel the subtle caressing sensation coming from her scalp behind her head.

Her heart surged with ripples.

Did he really like her hair that much?

What a strange...preference.

"Don't get distracted."

Abruptly, the man's magnetic, husky voice came out almost murmuringly.

The low, rich vocal tones drilled into her eardrum along her cheek, and her whole body went soft.

She heard him continue:

"There are only thirty minutes left."

He could only keep kissing her for thirty more minutes.

Sheng Mumu's earlobes grew even hotter.

Burning unbearably.

She felt as if her whole body had turned into water, about to evaporate from the heat at any moment.

Her neck arched back, the smooth lines of her fair neck displayed as her snow-white hands clung tightly to the man's broad shoulders.

As if only this way could she avoid melting away completely.

Sensing her change, Qi Mo's heart pounded heavily against his chest.

No longer aggressively kissing her.

Gently removing his lips.

Steadily and strongly holding her, then slowly, tenderly placing his kisses.

On her elegant brow, the corners of her eyes.

Bit by bit.

On the tip of her nose, the corners of her mouth, her earlobe.

Thirty minutes later, Qi Shaobai knocked on the study door and entered.

Sheng Mumu walked past him, face flushed red to her ears.

Qi Shaobai was about to ask why she was still here. His gaze happened to sweep over and see his father sitting upright and proper beside the desk, the corners of his eyes and mouth containing a smugness that Qi Shaobai couldn't comprehend.

The math tutoring session began.

Qi Mo assigned Qi Shaobai a few problems first for him to work on, and said he would go over them with Qi Shaobai afterward.

Qi Shaobai displayed an extremely well-behaved attitude completely unlike when he was in his language arts class.

Obediently and cleverly, he immediately responded:

"Okay, Dad, you go take care of your things first. I'll work on this and call you when I'm done."

Then he lowered his head and earnestly worked on the math problems.

Qi Mo made a satisfied "Mm" sound and paced to the French windows.

His gaze wandered as he reminisced about something.

Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone and glanced down with it dangling in his hand.

A gleam of light flashed through the pitch black depths of his eyes like ink.

Sheng Mumu: "Anger.jpg"

Sheng Mumu: "Who prepares a lesson like that? Hm?"

Sheng Mumu: "You're becoming more and more of a hypocrite. [Humph.jpg]"