Chapter 1504

The world outside ceased to exist the moment Mo Xicheng lifted Shi Nianyao from the sofa. Her body went limp, her strength deserting her as she leaned into his steady embrace. She was so consumed by the gravity of the moment that she almost forgot to breathe as he carried her toward the master bedroom.

Inside the en suite, the air was thick with swirling steam. "Yao Yao, shall we take a shower first?" he asked softly. She could only nod, her mind a blur of nerves and anticipation.

It wasn't until she felt the heat of the bathwater against her skin that the reality of the situation truly hit her. Through the mist, she watched Mo Xicheng step into the tub. Panic flared for a second; she wanted to stand up and flee, but the realization of her own nakedness kept her pinned beneath the water. In her haste to hide, she slipped.

Reflexes sharp as ever, Mo Xicheng caught her. The slip forced their bodies together, and suddenly, there was nothing but the heat of the water between them. She could feel the raw power of his frame—intimidating, yet addictive. Trembling, she reached out to embrace his waist.

Mo Xicheng froze for a heartbeat before raining gentle kisses down upon her. "Yao Yao, don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle," he promised. "I love you. I will always be true to you."

He kept his word. With patience and tenderness, he led her through her first time, ensuring her comfort above all else. For Shi Nianyao, the experience was like a dream—unreal and far less painful than she had feared. Instead, she felt like a tidal wave was washing over her, pulling her to peaks of sensation she had never imagined before finally letting her drift back down into the valley of sleep.

Satisfied and deeply content, Mo Xicheng watched her as she finally fell into a deep slumber against his shoulder. In that moment, he felt that she was all he would ever need in this world.

The Brewing Storm

While the couple found sanctuary in their shared room, the atmosphere at the Shi family home was anything but peaceful.

Shi Jinyan, Nianyao’s father, paced the floor, his face darkening with every unanswered call to his daughter's cell phone. The silence on the other end of the line only fueled his mounting fury. He was not a man to be ignored, especially when it came to his daughter.

"Let’s go and look for them!" he barked, grabbing his things.

He had the address of "that rascal" Mo Xicheng, and he had no intention of letting the night end without a confrontation. The sanctuary Mo Xicheng and Nianyao had built was about to be put to its ultimate test.