She jogged to the bedside and handed the photo to Cen Mo before getting into bed and snuggling into Silent Disaster's embrace. "Look, isn't this Lovesickness from when we were young …"
It was a solo photo of Lu Xiangsi when she was young. She was wearing a princess dress and had her hair in two pigtails … She was as pretty as a doll.
Cen Mo looked at the photo with a smile, then looked at Tuan Tuan on the phone and nodded. "Yes … If Tuan Tuan wore this outfit, he would look exactly like Xiangsi when she was young!"
Song Yao rested her head on Cen Mo's chest and picked up Lu Xiangsi's photo. Her gaze landed on the phone in Cen Mo's hand and on Tuan Tuan's smiling face.
She said, "I think Tuan Tuan's smile is brighter than Acacia's! So, Nuan Nuan and Fu Huai 'an really took good care of Tuan Tuan! "
Cen Mo nodded almost imperceptibly.
In the past, when Cen Mo saw a photo of Lin Nuan refusing to let go of Tuan Tuan even when a gun was pointed at her head, he felt that this woman was stupid!
But later, when Cen Mo found out that the child in Lin Nuan's arms was Tuan Tuan, Lu Xiangsi's child, he felt a lot more respect for Lin Nuan than gratitude …
If he were to ask himself honestly, if Lin Nuan had been in Cen Mo's shoes, he would have handed the child over without hesitation!
Cen Mo's experiences over the years would teach him not to risk his life for a child who was not related to him by blood.
Cen Mo squeezed Song Yao's thin shoulders and said, "I'll take good care of you and the child!"
Song Yao nodded. "Yes, I believe you!"
Song Yao really liked the feeling of being with Cen Mo. As long as she didn't ask to leave the Cen Residence, as long as she didn't let Cen Mo feel that she wanted to escape, Cen Mo was very normal and very gentle.
Song Yao said to Cen Mo, "I'm going to learn French tomorrow. I'll spare some time to think about you during class!"
"I've thought about this …" Cen Mo placed Lu Xiangsi's photo on the bedside table and locked his phone screen. "Why don't you learn at home? I'll hire a teacher for you. If you want a speaking environment … I can also hire a dozen tutors to practice with you at home!"
"Didn't we have a deal?" Song Yao propped herself up on Cen Mo's chest. "How can you go back on your word?"
"I'm worried about you when you're pregnant!" When Cen Mo said this, although there was a smile in his eyes, Song Yao could see that his attitude was firm. This was not a discussion with Song Yao, but an order.
Song Yao suppressed the anger in her heart and asked Cen Mo, "You're actually afraid that I'll leave you, right?"
The warm atmosphere disappeared. Song Yao's cold voice made the atmosphere a little tense.
"Cen Mo, we're married and have a child. I don't know why you're still worried about me. Are you going to lock me up in this house for the rest of my life, and I can't go anywhere except with you?! "
"You are too nervous, Song Yao!"
"You're the one who's nervous!" Song Yao's sharp voice was filled with accusation.
Seeing Cen Mo's eyes darken, Song Yao didn't want to worsen the situation between the two of them.
She calmed herself down, pulled off the rubber band on her hair, and tied her hair up again. She knelt on the bed, took Cen Mo's hand, and placed it on her heart. She tried to speak in a gentle voice, "You're too nervous, Cen Mo. We're already married, and I want to live a normal life with you. I know you lack a sense of security, but I'm willing to try it with you. Let's find a way to get along comfortably!
Song Yao's attitude was especially sincere.
Without waiting for Cen Mo to reject her, Song Yao had already straddled Cen Mo's body. She wrapped her arms around Cen Mo's neck and pressed her forehead against his. "Aren't you willing to try it for me? Aren't you willing to try how much I love you? Will I … abandon you the moment you turn around? "
Sensing that Cen Mo's grip on her slender waist tightened, Song Yao held it in and kissed Cen Mo's lips. Her voice was as seductive as a newborn kitten's. "Given your capabilities, you'll catch me even if I flee to the ends of the world, right? But if you loosen up on me, or even let go, you'll know how much I love you … and won't leave you. Aren't you willing to try it? "
Cen Mo remained silent. This was a good sign for Song Yao.
"You don't like me talking to you in such a gentle voice, don't like me clinging to you and hugging you like this, and don't like me throwing tantrums at you, always wanting to escape from you?" Song Yao asked.
Cen Mo's brows furrowed tightly. "Song Yao …"
"Or …" Song Yao's slender and beautiful fingers were unbuttoning Cen Mo's pajamas. "You like that Song Yao who's like a porcupine, and not the current Song Yao?"
Song Yao then kissed Cen Mo's jaw, then his neck …
"Yao Yao … stop fooling around!" Cen Mo grabbed Song Yao's soft hand that had reached into his pajamas to ignite fire, his voice sounding a little hoarse. "Be careful of the child!"
"Then tell me, which Song Yao do you like?"
Cen Mo felt as if a cat's tail had gently brushed past his heart. He flipped over and pinned Song Yao under him, propping himself up with his elbow to avoid pressing against Song Yao's stomach. Breathing heavily, he said, "I like … the Song Yao who cries from being f * cked by me!"
Song Yao's ears turned red. She held back her heartbeat and looked straight into Cen Mo's eyes, which had a thin layer of lust in them. "Just nice, I like f * cking Cen Mo who cries from me!"
Great waves surged in Cen Mo's heart. His words were meant to scare Song Yao off, but he hadn't expected them to evoke his beastly desires …
His last bit of rationality held Cen Mo's muscular body, which was about to press down on top of Song Yao. He straightened up and strode toward the bathroom. When he got close to the door, he said, "Just this once. I hope you'll be more obedient like you said. Yao Yao … I don't think you want to be confined to this room in the future."
Cen Mo then slammed the bathroom door shut.
His voice was like rough gauze, with a grainy texture, deep and sexy.
Song Yao pulled up the pajamas that had slid down her shoulders and propped herself up. She looked toward the bathroom where the sound of water was coming from and couldn't help but smile, a faint blush on her face.
Even though she knew what Cen Mo was doing, she still walked over to the bathroom door and knocked on it, saying, "Cen Mo … do you want me to help you?"
Despite the sound of water, she could still hear Cen Mo's heavy breathing …
"No need! Go further away! "
Only the heavens knew that Song Yao's voice was a form of torture for Cen Mo. If she were to help, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist pressing Song Yao against the wall and entering and exiting fiercely, hurting the child.
Cen Mo's fierce voice didn't have any threat to Song Yao at all. She even felt a little pleased that her prank had succeeded. "I can lend you a hand."
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