Under Ling Mo Han's steady advance, Feng Jin could only retreat step by step.
"Are you crazy? Stop right there!"
Feng Jin repeatedly scolded, telling Ling Mo Han to stop and stay put.
However, her warning had no effect on Ling Mo Han whatsoever. The man continued to press forward toward Feng Jin, determined to teach her a lesson.
"You... you..."
Feng Jin's lips trembled with fear. She couldn't figure out what Ling Mo Han intended to do or what his plan was.
"What are you afraid of? What else could I possibly do to you?"
A sinister smile curved the man's lips. This smile sent a chill down Feng Jin's spine. She felt as though Ling Mo Han was looking at her like prey, making her shiver and her hair stand on end.
"You... you..."
Due to extreme nervousness, Feng Jin's speech faltered, stuttering for a long time without forming a complete sentence.
Suddenly, a man's hand grasped her waist. Before Feng Jin could react, she was yanked forward forcefully. Her boneless body fell directly into Ling Mo Han's embrace.
"My wife is truly passionate today, eagerly throwing herself into my arms."
He then blew softly into Feng Jin's ear, making the atmosphere intensely intimate.
Feng Jin pushed Ling Mo Han away with all her might, quickly retreating a few steps to put distance between them.
"I... I warn you, if you dare... dare to provoke me again, then don't blame me for being impolite!"
She spoke these threatening words with feigned composure, her face filled with coldness. She had decided that if Ling Mo Han dared to lay a hand on her again, she would not hold back.
"Impolite? I'd like to see how you intend to be impolite today."
He had only intended to scare Feng Jin, but her provocative words instantly piqued his interest. He wanted to see what kind of impoliteness she had in store for him.
"You... you..."
Before she could finish speaking, she felt a slight numbness in her shoulder, and then her entire body froze in place, unable to move.
"Ling Mo Han, what... what did you do to me, you bastard!"
This feeling of being controlled was unbearable. In the past, she was the one bullying others and controlling the situation; now, it had completely reversed, and she was the one being controlled.
She had no idea what this scoundrel Ling Mo Han was planning.
"Naturally, I intend to have a daughter."
He had merely pressed Feng Jin's pressure points, temporarily immobilizing her. She would be able to move again once the effect wore off.
To facilitate his grand plan, Ling Mo Han scooped Feng Jin up and gently placed her on the bed.
"Ling Mo Han, you must know that... that this is rape! I can sue you!"
This scoundrel was utterly despicable, devising such a method. She vowed to deal with Ling Mo Han once she could move again.
"You're welcome to sue. If my wife can't find the yamen, I, your husband, can take your complaint for you."
At this moment, Ling Mo Han was a refined villain, a beast. If not for his handsome face, she truly wished—
This was the first time in her life she had been teased by a man, and she had fallen victim to Ling Mo Han.
"You are truly shameless to the extreme!"
With the vastness of five thousand years of Chinese civilization, she couldn't find any words to describe Ling Mo Han's shamelessness.
"Thank you for the compliment, my wife. The night is long, and to prevent you from feeling lonely and bored, we should do something interesting."
As his words fell, Ling Mo Han's hand moved to Feng Jin's waistband and slowly began to untie the ties.
Knowing there was no escape this time, Feng Jin resigned herself and closed her eyes, deciding to treat it as if she had been bitten by a dog.
...
After a passionate interlude, Ling Mo Han, fully satisfied, held Feng Jin in his arms. He reached out and caressed her still flat abdomen, the warmth of his palm spreading. He wondered if their daughter was already present there.
After trying for so long, why was there still no sign? Ling Mo Han couldn't help but doubt his own abilities.
"Can you move your hand from my stomach? It feels heavy."
Her acupoints were still unblocked, and Feng Jin could still not move. Otherwise, she would have slapped him hard by now.
Did this guy have a problem? What was the meaning of him keeping his hand on her stomach?
"Tell me, have you been secretly taking medication!"
Suddenly recalling this possibility, Ling Mo Han jolted upright in bed, his gaze fixed on Feng Jin as he interrogated her.
The fact that she hadn't conceived after so long certainly raised this possibility. With Feng Jin's medical skills, it would be easy for her to prevent them from having a child if she didn't want one.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
Feng Jin rolled her eyes, finding Ling Mo Han overly neurotic. Had he gone mad from wanting a daughter, leading him to this state? Should she find a way to treat him?
"You really haven't?"
Still not entirely believing Feng Jin, Ling Mo Han asked again.
"I really haven't!"
She disdained lying and disdained doing things secretly. Moreover, she would absolutely never do anything that harmed her body, like taking medication.
If she were to take any measures, she would target Ling Mo Han directly, rendering him infertile, which would be the most efficient and quickest solution. Why would she foolishly harm her own body?
After staring at Feng Jin for a long time, seeing no abnormality in her eyes, Ling Mo Han finally believed her words and was certain she hadn't secretly taken medication.
Then, why hadn't she conceived after so long?
Ling Mo Han became frustrated again. He leaned back on the bed, pondering how to help Feng Jin conceive quickly.
Seeing others holding adorable little girls, he couldn't help but feel immense envy.
After a pause, Feng Jin's acupoints automatically released. She slowly moved her stiff body, finally able to move, and decided it was time to settle accounts with Ling Mo Han.
She immediately delivered a swift kick. Ling Mo Han, caught completely off guard, was sent tumbling off the bed by the kick. Pillows and blankets then followed.