125: High Cold School Prince Forced Love 9

Shen Mo, however, did not listen and sit down.

He followed her into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Shen Mo…” Wen Ci sighed helplessly, “I can’t make tea like this.”

“No tea needed.” Shen Mo’s lips pressed against her carotid artery, “I need you.”

Wen Ci’s hand trembled, almost knocking over the teacup.

Shen Mo chuckled, took the tea set from her hand and placed it aside, then turned her to face him.

“Scared?” He caressed her slightly trembling eyelashes.

Wen Ci shook her head: “Just… not used to this side of you.”

Shen Mo’s eyes darkened: “Regretting it?”

“No.” Wen Ci proactively wrapped her arms around his neck, “I like the real you.”

Shen Mo’s breathing grew heavy.

He picked up Wen Ci, placed her on the counter, and propped his hands on either side of her: “You have no idea what the real me is like.”

“Then tell me.” Wen Ci looked directly into his eyes.

Shen Mo was silent for a moment, then suddenly took her hand and led her to his backpack, pulling out a small key from a hidden pocket.

“Open it,” his voice was hoarse, “Look.”

Wen Ci took the key, her heart pounding like a drum.

She opened the backpack and found several notebooks neatly arranged inside, along with… her hair tie, and used scratch paper.

She opened the top notebook and found it meticulously documented her daily schedule, habits, and preferences.

Some pages even had candid photos of her: her profile while sleeping in the classroom, a grain of rice on her lip during lunch, her back as she kicked pebbles on her way home from school.

“Pervert,” Wen Ci whispered.

Shen Mo’s body visibly stiffened: “Now you know.”

Wen Ci turned to look at him, finding that the usually aloof Dr. Shen now resembled a prisoner awaiting judgment, his eyes filled with a dark fire interwoven with apprehension and obsession.

She walked back to him, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his chin: “I like this pervert.”

Shen Mo’s pupils suddenly constricted.

He grabbed the back of Wen Ci’s head and kissed her almost savagely until both of them were out of breath.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against her lips, “From head to toe, inside and out.”

Wen Ci smiled and poked his chest: “Then, Dr. Shen, would you like to stay for dinner? I’m quite a good cook.”

Shen Mo’s gaze softened: “Okay.”

But Wen Ci soon realized that Shen Mo’s “dinner” was a complete deception.

He barely touched his chopsticks the entire time, simply staring at her intently, occasionally picking up food for her or reaching out to wipe sauce from the corner of her mouth.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Wen Ci couldn’t help but ask.

Shen Mo shook his head: “Just looking at you is enough.”

This almost pathological focus made Wen Ci’s heart race.

That night, Shen Mo stayed until very late before leaving.

Before he left, he stood at the door, reluctant to let go.

“See you tomorrow,” Wen Ci smiled as she pushed him gently.

Shen Mo suddenly tightened his arms: “Move in with me.”

“What?”

“My house is closer to school.” Shen Mo listed his reasons seriously, “And there’s a dedicated study room where I can tutor you, and I’ll tell your aunt and uncle…”

Wen Ci covered his mouth: “Shen Mo, we just got together.”

Shen Mo’s eyes darkened: “You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” Wen Ci sighed helplessly, “It just takes time to adjust.”

Shen Mo was silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled a set of keys from his pocket and pressed them into her hand: “A spare key to my place. You’re welcome anytime.”

Wen Ci looked at the heavy set of keys in her hand and suddenly realized that this seemingly aloof and ascetic Dr. Shen was, in fact, an extremely insecure and obsessive person deep down.

She stood on tiptoes and kissed the corner of his mouth: “I’ll visit often.”

Shen Mo finally released her, satisfied.

But as soon as Wen Ci closed the door, her phone rang—it was a message from Shen Mo: [To the window. Now.]

She walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and saw Shen Mo still standing downstairs, looking up at her window.

In the moonlight, his figure was tall and solitary.

Wen Ci waved to him.

Shen Mo held up his phone, and another message popped up: [Good night, my Ci Ci.]

Wen Ci couldn’t help but smile. She replied: [Good night, Dr. Shen.]

Downstairs, Shen Mo looked at his phone screen, a rare, gentle smile gracing his lips.

*

When Wen Ci woke up the next morning, she still felt a bit surreal.

Things were progressing quite fast.

Without much thought, she hurried to school for morning class, but didn’t see Shen Mo.

Thinking about it, he was a busy person in the Student Union, so he probably had other things more important than morning reading.

Unlike her, she was so sleepy.

Just as Wen Ci yawned, her phone suddenly vibrated.

[Staircase. Now.]

It was from Shen Mo.

Wen Ci’s lips curved slightly upwards.

She excused herself to go to the restroom and quietly slipped out of the classroom. Around the corner of the hallway, Shen Mo was leaning against a fire hydrant, twirling a box of strawberry milk between his long fingers.

“Dr. Shen actually skips morning reading?” Wen Ci leaned in, deliberately standing on tiptoes to try and snatch the milk from his hand.

Shen Mo easily held it higher, and with his other hand, he pulled her by the waist into his embrace: “It’s for you.”

His voice was still cool, but his fingertips deliberately brushed against Wen Ci’s palm as he handed her the milk, making her ear tips flush.

“Just for this?” Wen Ci shook the milk carton.

Shen Mo pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses falling on her slightly reddened earlobe: “An inspection.”

“An inspection of what?”

Shen Mo didn’t answer, but suddenly reached out and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt.

Wen Ci was startled, and before she could protest, she felt cold fingertips touch the necklace at her collarbone, that small silver lock.

“Good.” Shen Mo rebuttoned her shirt, satisfied, his movements as gentle as if handling something fragile, “Go back.”

Wen Ci blinked: “That’s it?”

Shen Mo suddenly leaned down and pecked her lips: “And this.”

Footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor, and Shen Mo immediately reverted to his unapproachable demeanor, leaving with a final word before turning away: “Lunch break, our usual spot.”

Wen Ci watched his retreating back and couldn’t help but smile.

This Dr. Shen, who was aloof and ascetic in front of others, was privately like a large dog obsessed with marking its territory.

What she didn’t know was that Lin Xi had seen the entire scene just now.

*

At noon, the Student Union office door was gently pushed open.

“Come in,” Shen Mo said without looking up, his fountain pen drawing a red mark on a test paper.

Wen Ci tiptoed in and closed the door, and as soon as she reached the desk, Shen Mo pulled her onto his lap.

“You’re three minutes and twenty-eight seconds late.” Shen Mo glanced at his watch, his voice clearly displeased.

“Sorry, sorry, I chatted a bit too long with a classmate.” Wen Ci nuzzled his shoulder playfully, pulling out a bento box from her backpack, “Look, I brought your favorite sushi!”

Shen Mo’s expression softened slightly, but he showed no intention of letting her go.

He opened the bento box with one hand, while the other remained firmly around Wen Ci’s waist.

“Open your mouth.” He picked up a piece and brought it to Wen Ci’s lips.

Wen Ci obediently took a bite, her lips accidentally brushing against Shen Mo’s fingertips. Shen Mo’s eyes instantly darkened; he withdrew his hand and brought the fingertips that had touched her lips to his own, licking them gently.