His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

The thought of Heartlove Zhao had Shang Mo sharply realizing that he still liked women—sexuality was something that one was born with. Besides, other than Rong Mo, he had no interest even in the most handsome of men.

He presumed that he must have been feeling too tired recently due to the immense pressure from work. He wanted to give himself a break, and was perhaps hoping that he could come home to a partner whom he could really relax and be himself with.

Be it in terms of looks and character, the partner should ideally be someone he liked and wouldn’t get bored of no matter how long he looked.

Rong Mo was young and suave, mature and reserved, with not much words. He had a calm temperament and was always polite to others. It was really easy to get along with him, comfortable as a spring breeze.

And rarer than anything else, he was intelligent.

Someone that Shang Mo could not pick out any flaws about… Rong Mo was the first.

In that sense, Rong Mo fulfilled every single wish he had dreamt about in a prospective partner. That was the reason why he would have such a delusion.

That’s right, it was a delusion.

Rong Mo, Rong Mo… a pity he was born a man.

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Rong Mo had no idea about the conflicting thoughts that were running through Shang Mo’s mind right now.

Everything that had happened today caused her to feel extremely moody. Till this point of time, she still could not figure out how Zhu Yuyu could fall in love with her, given that they had barely interacted and just known one another.

And, why would Shang Mo think that she was trying to raise her own position by making use of Zhu Yuyu?

After interacting with Shang Mo for such a long time, even though she would not dare claim she knew him 100%, she still felt she knew him rather thoroughly.

That was a man who was aloof and cold; his spectacles were a form of disguise for him. In reality, he was a man that was not easy to get along with, and was particularly vengeful. The best would be for anyone to not offend him, and if they did, life would not be that easy-going in the future for them.

She had better watch herself to not offend him.

But naturally, she would have to find an opportune moment to move out as well.

It was no use thinking that much about things. No matter how moody she was, Rong Mo managed to catch a good night’s sleep. As for Shang Mo, things were not that great for him. He could not sleep at all for the entire night, feeling super lethargic with his temple thumping.

When Rong Mo caught sight of him the next day, it was clear that he exuded forth a grim and cold aura. Those eyes of his were deep and dark. She accidentally caught sight of them and was sucked into that vortex, feeling as though a storm was coming along with the raging waves, making her feel the chills.

Seemed like there was a deep aftermath left behind by the incident of the previous day. She had better tread carefully and not agitate Shang Mo for the next few days.

She pretended as though nothing had happened, smiling at Shang Mo and scooping a bowl of porridge for herself.

Shang Mo had fallen asleep on the sofa the previous night, and he was awakened by the cold. He seemed to have caught a flu as his nose was stuffed.

Seeing how he was rubbing his nose from time to time, Rong Mo asked concernedly, “Have you caught a cold?”

Shang Mo’s breathing froze—he had not expected that she would care for him despite how he treated her last night.

“A little…” It was not a full cold—he was just feeling uncomfortable.

“I’ve got some flu medicine. I’ll go up and get it for you.” Rong Mo placed her bowl down and was prepared to leave.

“Sit down!” Shang Mo ordered, then spoke in a gentle tone, “It’s fine, I don’t have to take medicine yet.”

Even though his expression was cold, a sense of warmth was slowly spreading through him.

Why did he feel moved by Rong Mo’s concern toward him?