Chapter 1366: Nianyao and Mo Xicheng (39)
The car spun around yet again and sped towards the hotel this time.
As the car made its way back, s.h.i.+ Nianyao’s emotions were like raging waves.
Biting her lip, she was nervous one moment, in a conundrum the next, elated one second, and then fearful at once.
As she struggled to deal with these s.h.i.+fting emotions, they arrived back at the hotel.
Mo Xicheng got out of the car and then held his hand out towards s.h.i.+ Nianyao.
His large hand was warm as it closed around her tiny one. It made her jump a little, for it felt scorching hot somehow.
Her male idol usually spoke casually but at this point, she found his words nerve-wracking.
She gulped and lowered her head as she followed the man.
They went past the lobby and up the elevator.
Staring at the changing number in the elevator panel as it went up, s.h.i.+ Nianyao’s heart raced.
She gulped again.
It seemed that their room was the penthouse on the 18th floor, with an all-round view.
Hence when the elevator came to a stop on the 18th floor, she clenched her fists nervously.
Before she knew what was going on, she was lifted off the ground as the room spun around her. Then was swept up into Mo Xicheng’s arms.
Her arms slid around his neck nervously as she buried her head in his chest.
Mo Xicheng strode towards the room.
She could hear the strong beating of his heart and his unique manly scent filled her nostrils.
Her breathing became unusually heavy, she was almost suffocating from the tension.
The next thing she saw was a sea of red.
The hotel room was completely decked in a shade of red that was traditionally used by the Chinese for joyous occasions.
This shade of red oddly stirred her emotions. She had spent all day with him and now, the feeling of being married finally sank into her.
She looked at her surroundings as he carried her and walked in a circle around the room once.
The “double happiness” Chinese character was pasted all over the room, and rose petals were scattered over the bed.
It was breathtakingly romantic.
s.h.i.+ Nianyao loved what she saw.
With her arms still around Mo Xicheng’s neck, she heard him ask, “Yao Yao, do you like this?”
She nodded and said at once, “I like it. I love it!”
“Yao Yao.”
“Uh-huh?”
“I really like you too.”
s.h.i.+ Nianyao: …
He looked at her with his flas.h.i.+ng dark eyes and said, “Yao Yao, from now on, you’re my wife. In the future, I’ll do whatever I can to satisfy you.”
“And you can be a.s.sured, I won’t hold myself back anymore.”
s.h.i.+ Nianyao paused and asked, “What?”
“You’ve already told people with such certainty that I’ll surely become very popular. So if I don’t make a name for myself in our country, wouldn’t I be embarra.s.sing you?”
When s.h.i.+ Nianyao heard this, her eyes turned moist at once.
For the sake of her and his fans, Mo Xicheng had decided that it was time for him to rise from the dust. He was going to announce his presence. He was no longer willing to be that illegitimate child who could not see the light of day.
She bit her lip and nodded firmly.
Then, unable to resist her emotions, she looked up and locked her lips upon his.
Just when Mo Xicheng was about to respond by tossing her onto the petal-strewn bed, the hotel room’s phone suddenly rang.
Mo Xicheng paused and reached out for the handset. The receptionist said immediately, “Mr. Mo, someone is looking for Ms. s.h.i.+.”
Surprised and puzzled, Mo Xicheng asked, “Who is it?”
Then, it sounded like someone took the handset away from the receptionist. Following this, a domineering voice spoke, “It’s me.”