12 Waking up

Mo Tang starts to move as she slowly opens her eyes and adjusts to the dim light of the room, and at that moment, her eyes met with Wei Lang beautiful light brown eyes. She quickly sat up on the bed while pressing her back on the head of the bed. She looked nervous, and her hands clasped together in front of her.

For the first time since he met Mo Tang, Wei Lang could read her body language. She had squared her shoulder, sat on top of the bed in a perfect posture, ready to face him. This show how unsettled she was and yet settled to handle anything he throws at her.

Wei Lang turned to face Mo Tang, prepared to question her, but the moment Mo Tang looked at him with those dull, sad eyes, he lost all train of his thought. She looked pale, but it did not dim any of her natural beauty, which was the first thing that caught his eyes. Wei Lang could barely catch his breath as he looked at her and felt like he just ran a marathon. He inhales deeply before speaking.

"How are you feeling?" He asked in a husky and caring voice. He could not deny the effect she has on him.

The way Mo Tang reacted, he understood that she knew she was pregnant and that he had found out. Yet again, he could not bring himself to get angered at her for lying to him. Wei Lang could not understand why he was losing his self-confidence when he looks into those eyes. Interrupting his thought and destroying his confidence, only one woman had the power to do that. Now he was more curious to know her, not who the father of the child but her.

He watched as Mo Tang took a deep breath as her chest expands and her blossom stretched, they were large, round and Wei Lang could not help but though how it would feel as he lowers her dress and feast on them right now right here. "Fuck! What I am thinking," he yelled at himself as he desperately needs to get it together.

Both Yang Yang and You Lee notice the change in Wei Lang, but none of them was willing to help him to ease his uncomfortable situation.

"I am fine…" Mo Tang replied in a smooth, soft voice….

"Damn, I have heard that voice before, it was the most beautiful sound I ever heard of, " Wei Lang thought as his pulse races as he looks over Mo Tang his eyes trailing over every inch of her body as he nods his head slightly to accept her reply. Before he never paid close attention to her voice even though it attracted him. But now, with a clear mind, he could not ignore nor deny the truth.

After what seemed a century of silences. Wei Lang brain eventually catches up with the situation as he clears his throat.

"Are you married?" he asked in a normal voice with no sexual tension or care in it.

"No "replied Mo Tang

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, why?"

"I am just curious; did you know you were pregnant?"

Mo Tang arms tensed as she squeezed hem of her dress tightly with her hands

"Yes, "She replied in a voice that almost sounded like a whisper.

"Where is the father of the child?" he asked as his voice start to have some traces of anger. He cannot believe he has to find out the truth through someone else and not her.

"Why do you want…" before she could finish to asked why he wanted to know who the child father was Wei Lang stood up from his seat as he kicks the chair across the room and lean close enough that she could smell the warmth of his breath and the morocco jasmine cologne.

Lifting her chin with his fingers and leveling her eyes with his and inch away from their lips to meet.

Her whole body trembled as her heartbeat extremely fast, almost loud enough everyone could hear. She looked into his light brown eyes that now was burning with anger.

"who is the father of this child?" he asked again

"I…. I do not know…?" she replied as her whole body trembled

It took all his inner strength not to look down on her lips, and he keeps his focus into her eyes. Ignoring how his body was acting just been close to her. He knew she was the one he slept with the only woman Wei Lang had ever had sex with and the one he married that faithful night. He would never forget that voice that sweet voice, as he recalls how she cum while calling his name.

He told her his name, but she never did, and now she seems to have forgotten all about him and most importantly, the night they both lost their virginity to each other. He tightens his grip on her chin as she felt the pain and trace of tear-filled in her eyes.

"Stop it! L you are hurting her?" Yelled, Yang Yang. He only calls him L when needs a favor from him.

He let go of her and stepped back. Trying to control his angered, he never stopped thinking about her, she was the reason he turned this way, hate been in a relationship with woman and keeping changing girlfriend like a piece of cloth until he eventually became celibacy. He even changed his cologne to put male version of her perfume morocco jasmine just to remind himself of her. But for what, she did not even remember him not the night they shared. Also, if they both wore masked, at least his was not cover full face like hers and to make thing worse, he told her his full name. Think about that he got more pissed and angrier at himself as he punched the wall until his fist starts to bleed.