Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 870: Chapter 876-877: Nalan Yiren Moved by Love

No matter how strong a woman is, she has moments of vulnerability, but they often don’t show this vulnerability and instead keep it hidden in their hearts.

Yet, Chen Mo’s words, coupled with the leisurely environment around, made Nalan Yiren relax her guard, her emotions resonating, thus revealing her vulnerability before others. Of course, there’s another reason: she trusts Chen Mo and has a fondness for him.

At this moment, she is at her most heartbroken, most longing for care. Chen Mo’s act of pulling her into his arms and softly comforting her strikes Nalan Yiren’s heart the most.

Faced with Chen Mo’s embrace, Nalan Yiren not only doesn’t resist but instead rests her head on Chen Mo’s chest. The masculine aura belonging to the man makes Nalan Yiren feel at ease, like a fishing boat out at sea, finding a harbor to take refuge.

In this situation, the highly experienced Chen Mo knows he absolutely shouldn’t take advantage of her right now, not until her emotions have calmed down. Otherwise, all previous efforts would be wasted.

Chen Mo gently said, "Alright, alright, don’t cry. I’m here for you in the future, with me around, no one dares to bully you."

Chen Mo raised his hand and used his finger to wipe her tears away from the corner of her eye.

Under Chen Mo’s comfort, Nalan Yiren’s emotions eased, and she felt much better inside. At the moment she slightly raised her head, she coincidentally met Chen Mo’s gaze, causing her heart to flutter.

Nalan Yiren is only half a head shorter than Chen Mo. Seeing this, Chen Mo tentatively moved his face forward a few centimeters to get closer to her.

This time, Chen Mo actually saw her slowly close her eyes and slightly raise her crystal-clear chin.

Yet her hands involuntarily clenched the corners of her fitted top.

Chen Mo knew that the other person was having an emotional moment.

Such a good opportunity, he certainly wouldn’t let it pass. He tilted his face down slightly and their lips touched together.

Chen Mo smoothly held Nalan Yiren’s chin, greedily engaging in the kiss.

Nalan Yiren’s elegant hands, gripping the corners of her clothing, first chaotically held onto Chen Mo’s back, then shyly pulled away until Chen Mo’s other hand tightly wrapped around her back, prompting her to embrace Chen Mo’s back once more.

This kiss lasted a long time, with neither of them appearing to want to stop.

During this time, they exchanged breaths once to avoid suffocation.

Nalan Yiren’s breath grew increasingly heavy, while exhaled onto Chen Mo’s face, it was still warm.

Her hands, from holding Chen Mo’s back, gradually encircled his neck, hugging tighter and tighter.

Chen Mo released the hand on Nalan Yiren’s chin, holding her head, his fingers threading through strands of hair at the back of her head.

A subtle trembling sound erupted from Nalan Yiren’s nasal cavity, her body gradually softening as if something in her was becoming uncontrollable.

Then, Chen Mo began to feel himself... a bit numb, his senses gradually disappearing, but he was reluctant to separate, so even when numb, he continued to kiss her.

Nalan Yiren didn’t notice she herself was also getting a bit dazed.

This time the kiss felt great, far more pleasurable than the previous two.

Indeed so, the previous two kisses were sneaky and forceful advances by Chen Mo, his emotions alone invested, whereas this time, Nalan Yiren was also emotionally involved in the kiss.

While kissing, Chen Mo scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision because he noticed Nalan Yiren’s tender body becoming increasingly soft, hardly stable on her feet. Embracing her and kissing this way, Chen Mo felt exhausted, a kind of awkward fatigue.

While kissing her, Chen Mo simultaneously moved to the left, quickly allowing her back to rest against a pavilion pillar in the garden.

Following this, Chen Mo’s advances grew more intense.

Nalan Yiren has only experienced being kissed twice in total, still a novice, unable to withstand Chen Mo’s demands, soon becoming spellbound...

After the lips parted, Chen Mo’s lips became... completely numb, feeling as if they didn’t belong to himself anymore. Even this numbness spread to his face, making the corners of his mouth somewhat uncontrollable, discordant.

Yet, he did not hold back, instead moved closer to her neck...

Nalan Yiren let out a couple of soft hums, her pale face becoming increasingly flushed, gradually cradling his head with her hands...

The bright moon hung high, casting its silvery light on both of them, stretching their entwined shadows long and far.

If this continues, the kiss is bound to last a long, long time.

But as Chen Mo kissed, he grew somewhat unsatisfied with merely that; he was greedier, wanting more.

His large hand couldn’t resist tugging at the collar of her black fitted top, yearning for the collarbone and chest hidden beneath the attire...

When Chen Mo began pulling, Nalan Yiren didn’t resist or perhaps she was still immersed, not yet reacting.

Until Chen Mo buried into... at that point.

Nalan Yiren’s pale skin, began to flush a faint red causing her eyes to suddenly open, first appearing slightly bewildered for a while, then her gaze fell, instantly a chill appeared on her face, and with shame and anger, she slapped at Chen Mo’s head.

At this moment, even an Immortal wouldn’t be able to react, let alone Chen Mo, who was not an Immortal. Although the Innate Spiritual Qi for protection was aroused, the force still knocked him back several steps, nearly stumbling to the ground.

"Mmm... mmm..."

Chen Mo tried to say something, but all he managed was a muffled sound.