CHAPTER 1070: CHAPTER 1070: FEARLESS BECAUSE OF FAVORITISM

"Rogue!" Yin Mo smacked his face lightly, then quickly rolled off the bed when he was unprepared. "I’ll go check if Ah Yong is here."

He Chen felt like there was a wad of cotton stuck in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Was this woman staying up late just to come to his room and mess with him?

...

A dozen minutes later, Ah Yong brought over three tubes of anti-allergy ointment.

Yin Mo returned to the guest room and saw He Chen still lying on his back on the bed. She walked over and said calmly, "Get up, I’ll apply... Hey, what are you doing!"

In an instant, Yin Mo’s back turned and her whole face flushed.

Because He Chen had sat up, and his robe had slipped off onto the bed.

The man was wearing nothing, his robust and strong physique fully visible.

It was an accident.

He Chen was caught off guard as well.

The red rash that was both painful and itchy reduced his sharpness; had Yin Mo not turned her back hurriedly, he wouldn’t have noticed the robe had fallen.

He Chen massaged his temples, picked up the robe, and walked into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he wore a pair of boxers, and walked to the bed bare-chested. "Come over, aren’t you going to apply medication?"

Yin Mo held the ointment and looked at him, her gaze quite complicated.

It was clear to He Chen what she was thinking; she probably saw him as an exhibitionist.

Their eyes briefly met, and He Chen looked down at his rash-covered chest. "Baby, are you going to do it or not? If not, I’m going to sleep."

He Chen was like this; even if he restrained himself from getting close to Yin Mo, he couldn’t resist teasing her verbally.

Yin Mo steadied herself and returned to the bed without a word, sat down sideways, and started applying the ointment to him with a calm expression.

The ambiguous atmosphere slowly faded; in the quiet night, with the warm light on in the master bedroom, He Chen oddly felt a serene tranquility akin to a peaceful time.

After finishing with the ointment, more than ten minutes had passed.

Most of He Chen’s allergic reactions were concentrated on his upper body, although his legs had some too, it was not severe.

Yin Mo put away the ointment and looked down to observe his expression, "Feeling any better?"

He Chen turned his head, slightly curved his lips and kissed her fingertips, "Hmm."

He didn’t say much, suddenly becoming quite taciturn.

Thinking he was uncomfortable, Yin Mo blew several times on the medicated areas, "Then sleep early; this ointment works wonders for itching. I’ll come tomorrow morning at four to give you..."

"Tomorrow morning," He Chen lay on his side on the bed, his voice deep, "Let me hold you for a while."

Yin Mo wanted to refuse, but seeing the man extending an arm toward her, she blinked, kicked off her slippers, and leaned sideways into his embrace.

He Chen held her with one arm, and dimmed the room’s lighting; the faint amber hue bathed the bed’s edge, casting shadows of their intertwined forms on the walls, this warmth seemingly soothing the soul.

Yin Mo lay on his arm, with a strong medicinal smell in the air, the light was too dim to even make out the man’s half-light, half-shadowed expression.

"If you feel unwell, tell me. If it’s really unbearable, we’ll go to the hospital," Yin Mo said softly.

He Chen tightened his arm again, wrapping her snugly in his embrace, half of his handsome face buried in her long hair, "Don’t leave tonight, hmm?"

All her worrying vanished in an instant; Yin Mo’s body stiffened slightly. Though she didn’t respond, her body language clearly communicated her resistance.

He Chen held onto her, soothingly murmuring, "Just sleeping, nothing else."

Frankly, Yin Mo rarely saw such a clingy and gentle side to He Chen.

She felt slightly moved, but then, the man spoke in her ear again, adding, "Don’t worry, I’m itching all over, can’t get aroused."

Yin Mo: "..."

Later, perhaps because of the room’s warm lights, she drifted off to sleep in He Chen’s arms.

It was nearing eleven, utterly silent save for Yin Mo’s long, even breaths; the man slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his upper body, gazed down at the sleeping woman, gently caressing her face with his thumb, then leaned down to kiss her.

No telling how long passed; he pulled up the blankets to cover them both, cradling Yin Mo, and sank into a dream.

...

At five in the morning, Yin Mo awoke in He Chen’s arms.

She remembered needing to apply his medication on time, but it was already late.

Yin Mo rubbed her aching eye corners and turned; He Chen’s handsome, sleeping face came into view.

He indeed kept his promise, did nothing, yet he held her all night without letting go.

Even deep in sleep, the curve of his arm rested on her waist, another arm remained under her neck.

Yin Mo looked sideways at He Chen’s profile; sleeping, he lost his usual frivolity and wildness, revealing a genuine side, making her heart tremble.

Qiaoqiao was right; He Chen’s frivolity was merely a façade.

Yin Mo pursed her lips into a faint smile, just about to remove his hand when the man snuggled closer, his hoarse voice low and indistinct, "Keep sleeping."

"It’s time for medication."

He Chen didn’t open his eyes, his forehead near Yin Mo’s cheek, "Sleep, or sleep with me, your choice."

Yin Mo frowned, bumped him with her elbow, "Medication timing is crucial; you need it regularly."

He Chen relaxed his brow and slowly opened his deep red eyes, "Baby, give me your hand."

Yin Mo was puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

He Chen chuckled softly, pulling her hand downward, "It’s in this state, and still you want to medicate me. Are you planning to ruin me?"

Yin Mo gasped but couldn’t break free from his grip, "Let me go."

Right after she spoke, He Chen flipped over and pinned her beneath him. His lips playfully nibbled at her neck as he rasped, "Yin Mo, keep tempting me and I’ll have my way with you."

He’d waited so long, hoping to win her heartfelt willingness.

Yet unwittingly, Yin Mo was a woman who tempted beyond control.

Early morning medication, he thought, would be less kind than simply stabbing him.

Pressed beneath him, Yin Mo did not struggle, her eyes wandered—a rare moment her emotional intelligence soared beyond its usual score of 29, "You wouldn’t. If you wanted to force it, you wouldn’t say so."

He Chen lowered his shoulder and bit her neck in frustration, "So Captain Yin feels invincible?"

Yin Mo gazed at the ceiling, momentarily forgetting to reply.

Could she really be carefree due to favoritism before He Chen?

Perceiving no response, He Chen propped himself up to look at her—their overlapping positions conveyed undeniable intimacy, yet much of the naughty intent had faded.

He Chen pinched her cheeks, sighing heavily, "Baby, don’t make me wait too long. If this thing fails, you might spend the rest of your life in widowhood."

Yin Mo’s gaze froze, she smacked his hands away and retorted, "Is this all you think about every day?"

He Chen laughed and tucked his head into her neck, chuckling audibly.

Perplexed, Yin Mo shoved him off, then He Chen added, "Captain Yin, maybe consider the reason yourself. I’d like to know why just seeing you makes it react."