How Much Do You Like Me?

Fang Mo'er had already guessed that he would say that, so she replied, "What a pity." Then, she put away her phone.

When she looked up, she realized that Shi Mo was nowhere to be seen in the living room.

However, the door to the study room was wide open.

From the outside, she could see that Shi Mo was in a video conference.

Fang Mo'er walked to the door of the study room and thoughtfully closed the door for him. Only then, did she return to the master bedroom.

She did not notice Shi Mo raising his eyes to look at the closed door with a complicated expression.

He had never lacked for women, but he did not want just any woman.

On the contrary, the only woman who had caught his attention so far, was Fang Mo'er.

Before, he had thought that he could just choose anyone to be his wife.

He had simply found a random woman to deal with the constant urging from his family. It would merely be to ease his elders' minds.

He had never expected to underestimate how much Fang Mo'er had lodged herself in his heart.

When Fang Mo'er wrote him a love letter, his heart would beat uncontrollably.

He had always been more career-oriented, yet, he had been willing to leave a meeting midway just to watch her first recording session.

Shi Mo lowered his head to look at the computer in front of him, feeling distracted for the first time.

After a while, the meeting ended.

Shi Mo closed his eyes and rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

He suddenly felt tired.

Just then, there was a knock on the study room door.

"Come in." He put down his hand and raised his head.

Fang Mo'er twisted the doorknob and stuck her head in. As expected, she smiled in relief when she saw that the meeting had ended.

Then, she dashed in.

Holding her phone in her hand, she ran over with a bright smile on her face.

When she reached Shi Mo's side, he bent down and placed the phone on the table in front of him.

The faint fragrance of a woman wafted over.

The silk pajamas on Fang Mo'er's body gently brushed against Shi Mo's side profile.

Shi Mo's back stiffened.

Fang Mo'er's proud voice rang in his ears, "Look, it's the music app's 24-hour hot song chart. Here, The Veiled Queen, first place."

Fang Mo'er gestured, and straightened her back. Her eyes were shining.

The faint fragrance had become even lighter.

Shi Mo took a deep breath and looked down.

As expected, he saw that the song had debuted in first place. His expression quickly returned to normal, then he nodded and said, "It looks like this song is very popular. Even the new song by the Queen of Songs has been defeated by you."

Fang Mo'er had just finished washing up when she had taken out her phone.

She had not expected to see "Don't Hurt Me Again" topping the charts.

She was momentarily stunned before an unexpected joy crept into her heart. She had thought that it would take a few days before anything really happened, but she had not expected it to be so fast.

In the next second, her body had already started moving. She had run out, wanting to tell Shi Mo the good news.

It was as if she wanted to take credit for it.

Fang Mo'er saw that he was not surprised and immediately thought of something. She exclaimed, "Your company's publicity team is really amazing."

She reached out to take her phone back.

However, the man grabbed her wrist and turned his head to look at her.

Their eyes met and their breaths intertwined. They were so close that they could almost kiss.

Fang Mo'er was stunned. She stared into his eyes, suddenly feeling a little shy.

Shi Mo looked down at the pair of lips that seemed to have been made for kissing.

The urge in his body was boiling.

Just as the wild beast within him was about to burst out of the cage, Shi Mo suddenly let go of her hand.

Fang Mo'er quickly took back her phone and straightened her body, looking at him awkwardly.

In the silent study room, Shi Mo raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Mo'er who was standing still. He frowned and said, "I won't touch you again, unless we're in love."

Fang Mo'er's eyes widened. Why had he suddenly brought this up?

Before Fang Mo'er could probe any further, Shi Mo said, "One day, if you want a divorce before that happens, I will set you free!"

Fang Mo'er was dumbfounded. Without thinking, she replied, "I don't want a divorce."

When Shi Mo heard this, the turmoil in his heart instantly disappeared.

He suddenly stood up and pulled her closer to him. "What did you say?"

Fang Mo'er explained, "There's delicious food here, it's fun, and such a huge mansion. My life is so comfortable that I must be crazy if I would ever want to leave."

Shi Mo almost let out an angry laugh at her words. Then, he whispered, "What about me? How much do you like me?"

After the questions left his mouth, Shi Mo regretted it. Since when had he ever cared about how much someone liked him?

This was not always the case.

Fang Mo'er thought about all the time they had been spending together lately and could not help but say, "At least six points."

Although it had not reached the level of love yet, she was not rejecting it.

Shi Mo understood. "Alright, before you completely fall in love with me, I won't force you. Until that time, let's sleep in separate rooms."

He did not want to sleep in the same bed as her right now. It would be torture for him.

He had his dignity, too. He did not want to share the same bed as her while there was still another man in her heart that she couldn't let go of.

Exercising restraint was the right thing to do.

Fang Mo'er: "..."