His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

A chess piece fell onto the ground and Rong Mo bent over to pick it up. Lowering his head, Shang Mo’s eyes landed on Rong Mo’s fair, smooth collarbones, and once again, he felt a flutter in his heart.

“Your turn!”

Looking at how Shang Mo had not moved for quite some time, Rong Mo reminded jo,.

He turned his gaze and looked at Rong Mo, and only finally looked down at the chessboard after rubbing his glabella with his fingers.

“Even though your surname is not Shang, you are now one of the Shangs. Since you are already involved in this project, you have to watch over it properly,” He suddenly said with a straight tone.

Rong Mo: “…”

Why did she feel as though Shang Mo was trying to push her away from him? Asking a 2nd male lead such as herself to watch over the project.

Placing down a chess piece, she leaned back against her chair lazily.

Suddenly, she felt that something was off—why did it seem as though something warm was flowing down from between her thighs and a series of pulsating cramps were going through her tummy?

Her mind whirled in a moment of fluster as she finally understood what was going on.

It was… her period!

Probably because she was way too weak after she woke up, she hadn’t had a period all this time.

But, it might be because of the ginger tea that she had been drinking that had warmed up her body’s constitution, boosting it and allowing her period to resume as usual!

What was she to do now!

She couldn’t continue sitting there, or the chair would get dirty and he would notice that something was off!

Eyeing Shang Mo, her heart started to palpitate. The current situation was causing her to feel an immense embarrassment as her face started to flush out.

When Shang Mo saw that, he could not comprehend how Rong Mo could blush even just by playing chess. He wondered if the latter was the same as him, thinking the wrong way about some things…

Because of that, he started recalling through his mind if he had been suspicious in his actions earlier on.

Suddenly, Rong Mo stood up. “I just remembered that I have something to do. Mr Shang, I’ll play with you tomorrow instead.”

With that, she hurriedly walked off without a single care about how Shang Mo would think or react.

Shang Mo looked at Rong Mo leave with a stoic face still. However, he was the only one who knew that there was an inexplicably strange passion burning through his chest.

That night, Shang Mo had a dream.

In his dream, he opened the room to the bathroom and found Rong Mo standing under the showerhead. Yet, Rong Mo was wearing a towel that was clinging onto his body tightly. Despite having a small frame, his body proportions were really good, with a superbly fair complexion, revealing a faint blush from his body.

When he heard the door opening, Rong Mo turned around. As he caught sight of Shang Mo, Rong Mo’s lips began to curl up into a devilish smirk. He walked over slowly, asking Shang Mo why he wasn’t taking his clothes off when showering. When he arrived, Rong Mo took off the towel in front of him.

To his shock, he discovered that Rong Mo had a woman’s body!

Rong Mo then smiled at him. “Are you pleased with what you see?”

His gaze started getting deeper as he pulled Rong Mo into his embrace before kissing him on the lips, going wild in a primal manner.

The scene changed immediately with him pinning Rong Mo onto the bed. Just as he was about to penetrate Rong Mo, a familiar ringtone rang out.

Shang Mo’s eyes jerked wide open.

Glaring at the familiar ceiling above him, he recalled the dream in a daze as his face winced.