Chapter 191: I wish to stay with you

Li Yu's eyes burned with rage, this woman is tainting their god.

As for Mo Yuhan, his gaze softened at the thought of her getting scared by the sudden attack. He softly pecked her lips before pulling away as he inspected her from head to toe to check if she was alright.

His eyes darkened the moment his gaze landed on the torn sleeve of her white dress which was covered by her long hairs.

Tang Li frowned as she followed his gaze, "That…"

Mo Yuhan put his finger on her lips before she could say anything as he removed the black solid tuxedo blazer off his body. Before she knew it, she was wrapped in his embrace as he covered her exposed shoulder with his blazer. His movements were so swift that nobody got to see a single inch of her body.

Tang Li poked his waist as she pointed her thumb towards the back. His attention shifted towards the men kneeling on the floor. He slightly nodded as an indication for them to stand up before his gaze stopped on the unconscious man; he glanced at the dagger and gun in Li Yu's hand.

"You did well. Ask Secretary Yu for any reward you want and deal with the man," And just like that, President Mo misunderstood the whole situation as he took his beautiful wife as a damsel in distress who was rescued by the Captain of Mo Elites. In his eyes, no matter how cold Tang Li was, she was still his little wife who couldn't even kill an ant. 

So, man, you're in for surprises and shocks in the future!

Her lips twitched slightly as she looked at his 'Thank you for saving my wife' expression.

Li Yu was stunned. He did well? What did he exactly do?! As he looked at the dagger and gun in both of his hands, his eyes suddenly flashed with understanding. Did President misinterpret the situation? Before he could open his mouth to explain the whole scenario, the Mo couple were no longer in their sights.

"Captain..seems like he is waking up," One of the men of Mo Elites spoke up as he looked at the man unconscious man on the floor as he moved his fingers.

Li Yu's coldly replied, "Knock him out and take him to the base."

"Yes, captain. Young mistress was so cool today, she seems to be trained in it."

"She is trained," The man narrowed his eyes. Whenever he thought the woman couldn't be any more complicated, she would add another layer of mystery to herself.

…

"Yuhan...Mmph…!!" Her eyes widened as the man pinned her to the shotgun seat as his lips sealed hers. His touch was dominating as usual as his hand grabbed the back of her head. His tongue flicked her lower lips as his other hand slid to her waist pulling her closer.

She bit his lips hard in resistance making the man pause for a split second. "Let me take the lead, hmm?" Her hazel eyes flashed with a whirlpool of desires as she softly whispered against his lips.

And before they realized it, she was already sitting on his lap, her hair caressed his cheeks as the wavy black locks fell like a curtain covering half of his face.

Her lips softly touched his before her tongue slid inside his mouth as their bodies came closer leaving no distance between them. 

His grip around her waist tightened as his other palm stroked her thighs through that silky spaghetti white dress of hers.

Her fingers raked through his hair as he deepened the kiss, their breathes united. It was no longer distinctive whose body was more feverish, that sweat upon his face had a masculine scent intoxicating her cores. Her lower abdomen clenched as those familiar desires awakened. "I want you.." she mumbled, her voice soft yet demanding.

He came to his senses almost immediately as his hard length throbbed, begging for her. He held her neck in his palms before leaning his forehead onto hers. It was difficult for him to believe that he could be so impulsive; it sometimes puzzled him when he thought about the decades spent without her.

"We can't.." He muttered in a husky voice. Even though the windows were tinted black, he couldn't have her in public. Even when his desires were out of control, even if she wanted him, Mo Yuhan would never disrespect her, his precious treasure, like that.

She sighed contentedly as he stroked her hair softly.

"I wish to stay with you," Mo Yuhan whispered as he bit her delicate earlobes. 

He wished to stay with her, till his fingers were content flirting with her tresses, till his desires float along the currents of her love.

Maybe somewhere in the future, he would still wish for the same.