Excuse Me, I Am The Real Female Lead

Chapter 442 Parting Gift

The bookshelf behind Shi Mo was filled with bulky books on all kinds of topics. There were books on finance, management science, and cutting-edge magazines.

These were not mere decorations. They had all been flipped through.

The surrounding walls were decorated in black, white, and gray. The furniture was also very simple, noble, and restrained.

The inner lounge room had also been decorated very simply. There were no unnecessary decorations. Both the bedsheets and the table were clean and tidy.

This was a man who was a little obsessive-compulsive in his daily life. Everything had to be neat and orderly.

It was hard to imagine that such a strict and disciplined man in his life would be so passionate when he was in love.

Fang Mo’er had just walked out of the lounge when she saw that Shi Mo had already stood up from his seat.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. The moment she appeared, it was as if she had infused the originally dark room with sunlight and warmth.

At noon, the two of them finished their lunch and went to the nearby shopping mall.

Before Fang Mo’er left, she wanted to give Shi Mo some gifts.

She bought a few green plants from the flower shop and a painting from a Wenwan[1] store. All of these were in the colors that a lot of women liked.

When she returned, she placed all of these things in Shi Mo’s office.

The originally black office desk now had more green added to it.

The originally white walls were now decorated with brightly colored pictures.

Instantly, the office had become bright and beautiful.

Shi Mo looked at Fang Mo’er who was busy pottering around the office. His eyes shone with happiness, but at the same time, there was a sense of reluctance.

At the thought of how she would be flying back to China very soon and how he would have to remain here for a period of time, he felt a little stifled.

“You’re so good to me. How do you think I should thank you? Hmm?” The man kissed the tip of the woman’s nose.

With this pliant and beautiful woman in his arms, a certain part of him began to stir up again. This woman was so gentle and virtuous. After shopping for an hour, all she bought were things for him.

Any man would be touched.

Coupled with the sadness of parting, Shi Mo was even more reluctant to let go of her.

His assistant outside was also very conscious. Knowing that Fang Mo’er was here, he had postponed some of Shi Mo’s official matters.

No one would disturb the two of them while they were alone.

The two of them snuggled with each on the sofa, causing the atmosphere gradually began to heat up.

The man looked into the woman’s eyes. Sparks flew the moment their eyes met. The last time they had been intimate, they had been interrupted. This time, however, Shi Mo knew in his heart that no one would disturb them.

He embraced the woman tightly in his arms and kissed her hair. He kissed every sensitive part of her body, especially her neck and her chest.

Without her realizing it, half of Fang Mo’er’s clothes had already been removed. Fang Mo’er still remembered the last time when they had been in the car, the man had remained completely dressed. Fang Mo’er was also feeling very vengeful. This time, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around the man’s neck and return his kiss.

The man had not expected Fang Mo’er to be so passionate. Very soon, he had been kissed to the point that he had forgotten everything else.

Fang Mo’er took advantage of his loss of concentration and swiftly tore his tie off. She threw it on the ground and tugged at the buttons on the man’s shirt.

Very quickly, she unfastened two to three of the buttons to reveal the honey-colored skin underneath.

She did not like the feeling of being subjected to a one-sided suppression.

This time, however, she had complete control of the situation.

By the time Shi Mo reacted, he realized that he had already been pushed onto the sofa by the woman.

The woman’s eyes were like silk, filled with a smile of success. When she saw that he had recovered from his trance-like state, she smiled like a cat who had got the cream. Shi Mo’s shirt was half-opened and there was a lipstick mark on his chest. Even his belt had been removed from his pants. Compared to Fang Mo’er, he was more engrossed and more emotional.

He was already on the verge of burning with lust.

However, the woman was still mischievously teasing him. She kissed his chest slowly, refusing to end his suffering quickly.

In the past, Shi Mo had always been so calm and restrained that even when he was in bed, he still had absolute control over the situation.

But now, he had thrown away his armor and wished that he could die on top of this woman.

There was a fire in his deep eyes as he said in a low and husky voice, “Mo’er!”

He stared at her with a sense of helplessness and enjoyment, as well as a desire that was getting harder and harder to control. [1] The Chinese phrase, Wenwan (5) translates literally to “toys of culture/ sophistication”. It is as much of a hobby of collection as it is a subculture. Wenwan epitomises an abstract cultural ideal of being educated, tasteful, and sophisticated, all of which alludes to wealth and success. It is through the collection and appreciation of these “toys” that Wenwan followers showcase these qualities