Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Nan Heng snorted. “In a place like Zi Jing Cheng, there’s no such thing as pure fruit juice. The so-called fruit juice they serve contains a low percentage of alcohol. It’s probably around six to ten percent. You won’t be able to taste it. But if you can become drunk just like this, Miss Ji, exactly how poor is your tolerance?”

Ji Nuan glanced toward Mo Jingshen somewhat dazedly. “Is that so?”

Mo Jingshen did not speak. As he supported her, his cold gaze shifted to the remaining half of the cake on the coffee table.

Nan Heng appeared to have thought of something. He first glanced at Ji Nuan’s tipsy state before shifting his eyes onto the cake. He walked over and cut a slice for himself. After taking a bite, he resisted the sweet taste and forced himself to swallow.

He then turned back to look at the person by the door, sneering. “There’s fruit wine in here. The percentage is not low. If she had it with the fruit juice, it’s not surprising that she’s drunk.”

Ji Nuan worked hard to open her eyes, raising her brows to say, “Ah, I’ve recalled. Hai Cheng has an especially unique cake store. Their queue is always long. Apparently, they often use delicately fermented, high-end fruit wine in their cream. No wonder the taste is so different, it’s delicious…”

She then giggled as she pressed her face into Mo Jingshen’s shoulders to whisper, “I want to have it again… I’ll have it when it’s my birthday… I still want to have this cake…”

After a thousand calculations and careful planning, she still became drunk from the cake.

Mo Jingshen held her firmly, pressing her by his side as he coldly said, “With your tolerance, you better stay away from that cake shop in the future.”

“No, I want to have it for my birthday.” Ji Nuan raised her dazed eyes and stretched out a finger, giggling at him. “I want to have it again. It doesn’t have to be double-layered, just a single layer, all right? I won’t have so much…”

Mo Jingshen did not reply. She then pressed against his arm, hugging him with both hands. “Please… It’s just for my birthday… I’ll only have it on my birthday…”

Mo Jingshen was forced to bend down slightly because of the way she tightly held his neck. He glanced at the drunk woman and sighed, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “All right.”

Nan Heng rubbed his brows, crossing his arms and leaning against the ornamental pillar in the private room.

After knowing Mo Jingshen for so many years, he had never seen him treat someone with so much gentleness and patience.

Feng Ling entered through the door. “Mr. Mo, I’ll send you and Mrs. Mo home.”

“There’s no need. The Yu Garden is not far from here,” Mo Jingshen indifferently replied. “Nan Heng also drank quite some alcohol. Send him back.”

Feng Ling’s expression did not change, but she was silent for several seconds before replying, “All right, Mr. Mo.”

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Mo Jingshen brought Ji Nuan to the car. She was not heavily drunk, but she sat lazily in the car and then pressed her head against the car window.

She realized Mo Jingshen was the one driving and not Feng Ling. Ji Nuan narrowed her eyes to look at the handsome man gripping the steering wheel and shifted in her seat to lean toward him.

“Sit properly, I’m driving.” Mo Jingshen was about to push her back.

However, Ji Nuan hugged his elbow, leaning close to his side. She pressed her face in his neck to softly whisper, “Is my tolerance really that poor?”

Mo Jingshen glanced at her; the answer could be seen without speaking.

Whether her tolerance was poor or not, just based on her current state, was there a need for him to say more?

Ji Nuan saw his expression and opened her mouth to bite down on his neck. She could not bear to use too much force, but her tongue accidentally rubbed against his skin. She backed off only after several seconds, but the man suddenly removed one hand from the steering wheel and held her waist to press her down.

His low and husky voice landed by her ear. “You’re becoming braver; you dare to seduce me on the car, en?”

Seeing the man’s heavy and distant eyes, Ji Nuan narrowed her eyes and smiled at him. She leaned close to his ears to whisper, “Why wouldn’t I?”

Mo Jingshen’s brows moved. The car gradually slowed down, leaning against the side of the road as it slowly moved. He pressed a kiss on her lips, watching her with heavy and dark eyes. He was about to kiss her again.

However, Ji Nuan suddenly said, “Too bad, my great-aunt has arrived again~.”