Chapter 130: Don't Be Afraid of Me
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“Jiang Hu, good morning.” Mo Niannian greeted him with all the enthusiasm she could muster.
The smile at the corners of Jiang Hu’s lips lifted slightly. “Morning, Niannian.”
He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her toward him, then smoothly pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
Mo Niannian’s smile froze on her face.
Damn! She had forgotten about this!
Right now, she and Jiang Hu were living together as an engaged couple, which meant…
That bastard Jiang Hu could touch her whenever he pleased.
And the most important part was that she had to look happy about it. She could not refuse!
Mo Niannian: “…”
She was tired. Let the world end.
“Niannian?” Jiang Hu stared at her for a couple of seconds.
Mo Niannian hurriedly adjusted her expression, lowered her head, and put on an appearance that was both shy and delighted.
Jiang Hu chuckled softly and brushed his fingers over her lips. “Niannian is so sweet.”
She still wanted to smash that bastard’s head in!
【Host, stay calm. Patience is a blade hanging over our heads. We cannot afford to provoke the male lead right now.】
Not only could she not afford to provoke him, she had to cooperate while he did whatever he pleased. No one knew what Jiang Hu would do once her true identity was exposed.
The light in Mo Niannian’s eyes dimmed.
It was only a mission.
She spoke coquettishly, “You’re so slick-tongued all day long. I’m not talking to you anymore.”
Mo Niannian shoved Jiang Hu away and ran off shyly.
Jiang Hu watched her retreating figure for a long while, an unreadable light in his eyes.
See? Wasn’t this much better?
He would never have to worry about Niannian stabbing him in the back.
Niannian would love him. She would remain with him forever.
Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, Jiang Hu’s eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of satisfaction.
【Male lead’s malice value: -5. Current malice value: 70.】
【The male lead’s malice value has dropped.】
Mo Niannian gave a quiet hum, her face betraying little emotion.
She had to hurry.
That night, Jiang Hu walked into Mo Niannian’s room without hesitation. Still rubbing her eyes, Mo Niannian looked at him in confusion. “Jiang Hu?”
Jiang Hu sat beside her with perfect composure, a sultry light in his eyes. “Would you like me to stay with you tonight, Niannian?”
A faint blush spread across Mo Niannian’s face. “We’re not married yet.”
“Don’t you trust me, Niannian?”
“I trust you, Jiang Hu.”
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The light in Jiang Hu’s eyes grew even more intense.
Niannian was so well-behaved like this.
He wished she could stay by his side forever.
He was glad he had not turned Niannian into a toy. A dull, lifeless toy could never compare with this vibrant Niannian, whose eyes held only him.
He leaned closer to her, close enough for their breaths to mingle. Lowering his voice, he resembled a demon from the depths of night.
“Don’t worry, Niannian. I won’t do anything.”
The System could not help but sneer.
【How is that any different from saying, “I’ll only rub against you—I won’t go in”?】
Mo Niannian’s expression did not change. She seemed to be wavering and struggling with the decision. After a moment, she moved slightly inward.
“Then… come up.”
Jiang Hu readily complied and lay down beside her. He removed his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of long, narrow eyes.
He wrapped his arms around Mo Niannian and breathed in lightly at her neck.
“Niannian…”
Mo Niannian pushed him twice, gently. “You said you wouldn’t do anything.”
“I’m only hugging you.”
His entire body pressed against hers. Between them was only the thin fabric of their pajamas, which might as well have not been there at all.
Jiang Hu held her without letting go, kissing her neck again and again.
Mo Niannian: “…”
Where was her sword? She wanted to kill this bastard!
“Niannian…”
His voice rose at the end, its velvety texture brushing over her eardrums like a tiny feather.
Without his glasses, he seemed to have been completely unsealed, utterly free of restraint.
“You said you wouldn’t do this before we were married.” Mo Niannian fought so hard to hold back that the corners of her eyes reddened.
Jiang Hu lingered at her neck, then bit her lightly. “I keep my word.”
The corners of Mo Niannian’s eyes were still red. “I’m scared.”
Jiang Hu moved off her and dutifully held her in his arms. “Don’t be afraid. Niannian, don’t be afraid of me.”
His arms tightened slightly around her.
His emotions began to grow somewhat unstable.
Mo Niannian had ten thousand choice curses in her heart, but in the end she swallowed every one of them, little by little.
She turned around to face Jiang Hu, then slowly lifted her arms and hugged him back, as though offering him a response.
【Male lead’s malice value: -1. Current malice value: 69.】
The System whispered, 【Great job, Host!】
Mo Niannian: “…”
She felt stifled—more stifled than ever before.
When one lived beneath another’s roof, one had no choice but to bow one’s head.
No matter how unwilling she was, Mo Niannian still had to play her part well.
For the sake of playing the role convincingly—and, even more importantly, so that Jiang Hu could lower his malice value and leave this world sooner—Mo Niannian was going all out.
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She gathered a handful of wildflowers from around Jiang Hu’s laboratory, hid them behind her back, and quietly approached him.
“Jiang Hu, I have a present for you.”
Jiang Hu looked up and adjusted his glasses. “Hmm? What is it?”
Mo Niannian brought the flowers out from behind her back, her eyes shining brightly. “Here. Today’s surprise.”
Jiang Hu paused for several seconds before accepting the plain-looking bouquet from her hands.
“Thank you.”
Mo Niannian smiled radiantly, her eyes curving slightly. “I’m glad you like them.”
【Male lead’s malice value: -1. Current malice value: 68.】
Ha! So what if the male lead was a bastard? She had her own special way of training dogs.
“Niannian, I’m very happy.”
Jiang Hu removed his gloves and lifted Mo Niannian onto the laboratory table in one swift motion.
He seized her by the waist and bit down.
He truly bit her—there was no technique to it whatsoever, as though he were eating a delicacy he found especially satisfying.
“Jiang Hu, that hurts.” Mo Niannian’s voice trembled faintly, with a hint of a nasal tone, and her eyes grew red.
Jiang Hu released her.
He touched the place he had just bitten, making Mo Niannian nearly curse aloud from the pain.
She complained pitifully, “It hurts.”
“I’m sorry. It was my fault.” As he spoke, Jiang Hu lowered his head and gently licked the spot, soothing her.
His movements were careful and tentative, and a trace of concern surfaced in his eyes.
The scent of Jiang Hu filled Mo Niannian’s breathing—like green pine after a snowfall, sharp and refreshing.
Her anger and irritation gradually ebbed away.
“Niannian, I’m sorry.” Jiang Hu looked helpless, like a child who had done something wrong.
Perhaps he truly did not understand. Perhaps he had not meant to hurt her.
“I’m fine now.” Mo Niannian wrapped her arms around Jiang Hu and smiled as she shook her head.
But for the sake of preserving her life in the future, Mo Niannian added, “You can’t do that again, though. If you bite me, I’ll get hurt. It will be painful and uncomfortable.”
Jiang Hu looked somewhat bewildered.
In retaliation, Mo Niannian bit down on his well-defined hand, leaving a deep mark.
“See? If I bite you, it hurts you too.”
Jiang Hu stared at the bite mark for two seconds. Then amusement rose in his eyes.
“I’m very happy.”
Mo Niannian: “…”
The male lead was hopeless.