As soon as Shen Yihan opened the door, he saw Lin Mo lying flat on the bed.
Noticing his entrance, Lin Mo turned to her side and smiled, "It's nothing, really! You should go get some rest."
No one could tell how nervous Lin Mo was at that moment.
Her entire body was tense, her toes curled tightly.
Even though she and Xie Guanyan were completely innocent, the situation made it feel like they were sneaking around!
Shen Yihan didn’t notice anything unusual. "This bed really is too small—easy to roll off. I’ll get you a bigger one tomorrow."
Lin Mo waved her hand dismissively. "No need, no need. It was just an accident."
Shen Yihan replied, "Then stop playing with your phone and get some sleep."
Click.
Shen Yihan turned and left, considerately turning off the light on his way out.
The room plunged into darkness.
Lin Mo’s heart skipped a beat.
After adjusting to the dimness, she sat up and glanced toward the curtains.
Thankfully, she’d reacted quickly enough to shove Xie Guanyan behind them.
The floor-length drapes were large enough to conceal a person without drawing attention.
The moonlight tonight was radiant.
A strikingly handsome man stepped out from behind the curtains, bathed in a soft, silvery glow that made him utterly mesmerizing.
She mouthed silently, "Are you sure you want to dance?"
What if the so-called "Buddha of the Capital" noticed?
She wasn’t sure if Xie Guanyan understood her silent question.
But then she watched as his hands, large and elegant with long, well-defined fingers, began leisurely unbuttoning his white dress shirt.
Lin Mo’s eyes widened.
Was Xie Guanyan about to dance shirtless?
Perfect! Salvation has arrived—a male bodhisattva!
But the next moment, a glint of light flashed in her vision.
When she focused, she saw it—a delicate silver chain draped around his neck, trailing downward, scattering tiny reflections under the moonlight.
Lin Mo: "…"
Her jaw dropped.
That was… an abdominal chain!
Oh my god! She’d only ever read about these in spicy novels!
Since when did Xie Guanyan own one?
What kind of dance was he planning to perform?
A risqué one?
She couldn’t even imagine how many fans he’d attract if he ever went viral online for this.
Everyone had their little secrets—she understood that.
But she never expected the dignified, untouchable billionaire to have a thing for teasing the edge!
The abdominal chain was a visual assault, impossible to look away from.
By now, his shirt was fully unbuttoned.
Her gaze landed on his firm, sculpted chest, descending to the sharply defined abs beneath.
The chain accentuated every line, making the sight even more intoxicating.
The slightest movement sent dazzling reflections, pushing temptation to its limit.
The interrupted mood from the KTV came rushing back.
Lin Mo’s breathing grew uneven as she mouthed, "Can I touch it?"
The man was surprisingly generous. He stepped closer, crouching beside the bed, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. His whisper was featherlight, tender.
"Go ahead."
Warm breath grazed her skin, sending tingles cascading down her spine.
Lin Mo’s heart pounded wildly, her fingers clutching the bedsheets.
This wasn’t like the KTV.
Here, it was just the two of them—lights off, shadows deep.
But one thing remained the same: the "Buddha of the Capital" was nearby.
The slightest sound could give them away.
The thrill of secrecy sent adrenaline surging through her.
Holding her breath, she reached out, her hand landing swiftly on his abs.
First came the cool touch of metal.
Then the heat of his skin, taut and yielding beneath her palm.
Lin Mo pressed down fully—bliss.
She didn’t notice the dark, possessive gleam behind his gold-rimmed glasses, the way his breathing was deliberately controlled.
Not wasting the opportunity, her fingers traveled upward.
His chest rose high, skin pale as moonlight, like polished jade.
Xie Guanyan hadn’t even started dancing yet, but Lin Mo was already lost.
Her mind was a filthy mess.
She wanted to bite.
Then came a soft, barely restrained sound.
Lin Mo lifted her chin, meeting his gaze.
Under the moonlight, the man in gold-rimmed glasses was pure sin—the epitome of elegant depravity.
His deep eyes were clouded with desire, the corners tinged red like a demon weaving enchantment.
They were so close she could feel the heat of his breath.
"What’s wrong?" she mouthed.
"You’re hurting me."
His voice was husky, barely audible, lips brushing her ear again.
She could almost taste their softness.
Lin Mo froze, realizing she’d squeezed.
She yanked her hand back, mouthing, "Sorry!"
Damn hands, what are you doing?!
This couldn’t continue—she was on the verge of losing control.
Straightening up, she tucked her hands behind her back and whispered, "How do you want to dance?"
Before he could answer, warmth trickled from her nose.
Lin Mo: "…"
She scrambled for tissues on the nightstand. "My period’s a week late—finally showing up through my nose. Thanks for that!"
Xie Guanyan reacted instantly. "Your period’s late? You should get checked."
Lin Mo hadn’t expected her joke to be taken seriously. "It’s fine. Let’s not talk about this now—start already."
She was beyond ready.
The only downside? Dancing without music might feel a bit… dry.
But if they played music, the "Buddha of the Capital" would hear.
Dry it is.
Just as she thought this, something cool touched her ear.
Surprised, she reached up—earphones.
Lin Mo’s eyes sparkled.
Xie Guanyan had come prepared!
The gorgeous man placed the other earpiece in his own ear, stepping back a few paces.
Moonlight spilled through the window as they shared the same melody.
Then, to the rhythm, the half-naked man began his performance.
Every movement was precise, hypnotic—his abs flexing, the chain whispering against skin.
Behind those glasses, his gaze never left her, devouring.
The tea-colored mole on his nose swayed with each motion, exuding pure decadence.
It was enough to make her want to drown in this night with him.
And in this state, it was impossible not to notice what lay lower…
The outline suggested impressive dimensions.
When the dance ended, Xie Guanyan’s breathing was slightly ragged, his chest rising and falling.
Nervous but eager, he asked, "Well?"
Lin Mo, already intoxicated, blurted out, "Good. Makes me wanna do you."
