Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 790 - 795-796: Young Master Mo, Xuelan Likes You

At this moment, Chen Mo heard footsteps coming from outside the house.Soon, there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master Mo, are you asleep?" It was Lin Xuelan.

Chen Mo frowned, thinking it was her coming to ask him for something again, and he couldn’t help but want to hide from her, pretend not to hear, but the lamp inside was still on, and it felt somewhat inappropriate to blatantly avoid her.

He sighed, "It’s Miss Lin, come in."

"Creak."

The door was pushed open, and a slender, graceful figure stepped in with light steps, then turned around to close the door.

Lin Xuelan was dressed in a purple long dress, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, with a faint fragrance. Her skin was white as jade and smooth as silk, like a touch of morning glow, the purple indeed added grace to her, letting her normally cold demeanor exude a natural charm.

Her posture was gentle and graceful, moving like willow catkins fluttering in the wind, light and elegant, walking straight to the bedside.

"Miss Lin, anything you need?" With Chen Mo’s keen observation, he could tell Lin Xuelan had gone to great lengths to dress up before coming here.

"Young Master Mo, Xuelan likes you."

Just as Chen Mo thought she was going to talk about what she needed, Lin Xuelan suddenly blurted out this sentence, leaving Chen Mo dumbfounded.

Logically speaking, such a confession is quite ordinary, and with Chen Mo’s "experience," he shouldn’t be shocked.

But the key was, Lin Xuelan said this without any preparation for Chen Mo, or maybe the confession was too blunt, how could she say it like that right off the bat.

Shouldn’t she have said something to set the stage, nurture the emotions, and build up the atmosphere first?

However, Lin Xuelan was not an old pro in romance, she was just a novice, and to her, liking someone simply meant saying it out loud.

If she didn’t say it now, there might never be a chance again.

The day after tomorrow’s trial, Lin Xuelan had anticipated a life-threatening ordeal, but she couldn’t avoid it, so she planned to give herself to "Ink Language" before dying, as a token of gratitude for his life-saving grace.

"Miss Lin, you suddenly say this, what are you trying to do?" Lin Xuelan’s actions left Chen Mo unable to react.

Under Chen Mo’s gaze, the blush on Lin Xuelan’s pretty face deepened slightly, causing her to lower her head, clutching the hem of her dress lightly with her jade hands, then moments later, she raised her head to meet Chen Mo’s gaze, and softly said:

"Young Master Mo, I mean it, you are the only man that Xuelan has ever loved in her life. Though saying this might make you think I want something from you, but..."

Lin Xuelan shook her head emphatically, seriously stating, "Young Master Mo, Xuelan’s feelings are genuine and not mixed with any hidden motives. I just want to tell you that I like you."

"..."

"Miss Lin, isn’t this a little sudden?" Chen Mo felt slightly awkward, and said, "I think you should seriously consider it. To me, this feels not like love, but merely gratitude mistaking itself as affection. Wait..."

"No." Before Chen Mo could finish, Lin Xuelan interrupted abruptly, betrayed by the anxious blush on her face, unwilling to let her feelings be misunderstood by him. She stepped forward to grasp Chen Mo’s hand, cupped it with both hands against her own chest, and said, "Young Master Mo, if you don’t believe me, you can feel it for yourself, Xuelan’s heart beats for you."

Chen Mo: "..."

It really is beating quite fast.

"...Miss Lin, what’s going on? If there’s something troubling you, just say it, I’ll help you if I can." Chen Mo cleared his throat.

"Young Master Mo, have I been bothering you too much that you find me annoying?"

"No, Miss Lin, don’t overthink it."

"As long as Young Master Mo doesn’t find me annoying, that’s all that matters."

With that, Lin Xuelan let go of Chen Mo’s hand, placed her hands on his shoulders, and then pressed her whole body against him.

Indeed, she didn’t know much, and kissed chaotically all over Chen Mo’s face.

Having recently performed several sets of Vajra Skills, Chen Mo’s body was in an energetic state, and he had long been without a release. Lin Xuelan’s actions instantly fueled his inner flame.

Lin Xuelan’s face reddened further. Though still inexperienced in these matters, she understood what it was about.

Lin Xuelan’s eyes hinted at joy, at least it appeared Young Master Mo truly didn’t dislike her.

"Young Master Mo, you...you don’t have to hold back. I won’t tell Miss Lan," Lin Xuelan said.

Nalan Yiren was disguised as Miss Lan.

Because recently, Chen Mo and Nalan Yiren shared the same compartment, Lin Xuelan believed they were a couple.

With those words, Lin Xuelan finally kissed Chen Mo’s lips.

This was Lin Xuelan’s first kiss.

Perhaps it was the affection deep down that made Lin Xuelan feel it was indeed as the books said, loving someone was sweet.

While Lin Xuelan was savoring the moment, Chen Mo gently pushed her up a little: "Miss Lin, do give it some thought, some actions once taken can’t be undone."

Lin Xuelan grew serious: "Young Master Mo, Xuelan made sure this was what she wanted before coming."

As soon as she said that, Chen Mo suddenly flipped their position, reversing their roles. He now looked down at the shy and nervous Lin Xuelan: "Woman, you’re playing with fire."

In response, Lin Xuelan wrapped her arms around Chen Mo’s neck.

"Rip..."

At this moment, Chen Mo, like a wild beast gone mad, tore apart Lin Xuelan’s dress, and in an instant, a large portion of her fair skin was exposed, carrying a light fragrance.

Lin Xuelan’s face turned flaming red, a bit scared of "Ink Language’s" sudden transformation.

After all, he was previously "refined and courteous", whereas now his demeanor had abruptly changed.

Yet she didn’t resist, instead trying awkwardly to coordinate, his masculine aura spreading through her entire body, invading her mind, making her feel weak and mentally delighted.

Young Master Mo’s kisses were unlike hers, wild and greedy, as if to plunder everything away...

She... was like a little rabbit, entwined by "Ink Language", the big bad wolf, unable to escape.

A long entanglement left her feeling light-headed and breathless, clinging tightly to his neck, she began patting his shoulder.

Yet her strength was small, seeming more like an encouragement.

Eventually, Chen Mo let her go.

"How do you feel..." Chen Mo supported himself with one hand, while the other pinched Lin Xuelan’s white chin, teasingly asked.

Her lips were of pale color, the lipstick had been completely consumed by Chen Mo.

Lin Xuelan slightly lowered her head, the indoor light casting a fiery glow on her pretty cheeks, unaware of Chen Mo’s playful tone, she replied innocently, "Very beautiful."

"..."

"There’s even more beautiful moments to come." Chen Mo lowered his head again, capturing her cherry lips.

This time, he didn’t linger on her fragrant lips but started to move down.

Quickly.

In the quiet room, a soft moan emanated from the woman, the fragrance flowing, Lin Xuelan held Chen Mo’s head, biting her cherry lips, her face rosy and captivating.

After an incense stick’s duration.

"Xuelan, can I call you this from now on?" Chen Mo asked, looking at her.

"Mmhm." Lin Xuelan’s voice was as soft as a mosquito, embarrassed to make eye contact with Chen Mo after what happened.

Chen Mo clasped her hands, interlacing their fingers, and leaned to whisper a few words in her ear.

Upon hearing, Lin Xuelan’s breathing quickened, holding his hand tightly, she softly replied "Mm", and closed her eyes.

...

Outside the room, when Yu Zhu arrived, only the creaking of old furniture and the low murmur of sadness could be heard from inside.

Thinking that Miss Lin was being bullied, Yu Zhu was about to charge in but hesitated fearing it would be rash, so she moved to the window, placed her finger to her lips, and poked a hole in the paper window to peek inside.