Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Chapter 185 Didn't we agree...?

Shen Zicen pried Li Mo'er's hands off him and let out a soft hum.

"Liar, go find your brother."

Upon hearing this, Li Mo'er understood the root of Shen Zicen's awkwardness.

She flipped over and sat on Shen Zicen, controlling his arms with both hands.

Shen Zicen wasn't unable to break free; he simply gazed quietly at Li Mo'er.

Then, Li Mo'er lay all over him, buried her head in his neck, and acted coquettishly towards him.

"Ah Cen~ Ah Cen~"

Upon hearing Li Mo'er's soft, sweet voice, Shen Zicen's anger subsided considerably.

But he still turned his head to the side, forcibly suppressing the corners of his mouth, and asked coldly, "What?"

Li Mo'er looked up and gave Shen Zicen a light peck on the lips.

"Hehe, it's nothing, I just wanted to say that I love A-Cen the most."

Shen Zicen knew perfectly well that she was deceiving him, but he was still extremely pleased.

He knew that he might not be Mo'er's favorite, but since she was willing to coax him, it meant that she had feelings for him.

Okay, okay, don't be angry~

Li Mo'er tried to speak in a low voice; she had just seen a fleeting look of joy in Shen Zicen's eyes.

Before Shen Zicen could speak, Li Mo'er spoke again.

She slowly leaned close to Shen Zicen's ear, her voice low, husky, and alluring.

"Tonight, I'll do whatever you say."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zicen immediately turned to look at Li Mo'er, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Really?"

Seeing Shen Zicen's excitement, Li Mo'er inwardly cried out in alarm.

But words spoken are words that cannot be taken back, and she couldn't bear to disappoint Ah Cen.

So, Li Mo'er nodded firmly, as if a warrior were cutting off his own arm, though she was filled with unease.

Shen Zicen chuckled and flipped over to pin Li Mo'er down.

Li Mo'er was startled by Shen Zicen's sudden action. She wanted to resist, but she met Shen Zicen's slightly warning gaze.

But it was fleeting; Shen Zicen put on a wronged expression and spoke in a pitiful voice.

"Mo'er clearly said she would listen to me."

Li Mo'er immediately surrendered, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Shen Zicen looked down at Li Mo'er's arm that was bracing against him.

Li Mo'er immediately understood and tactfully withdrew the item, lying straight on the bed without moving.

A sly glint flashed in Shen Zicen's eyes as he pulled off the headband, letting his soft hair fall slowly down.

Li Mo'er was engrossed in the book when suddenly everything went black before her eyes. She instinctively reached out to wipe them.

"Snapped--"

I got hit on the hand.

Then Shen Zicen's magnetic voice came from beside her ear, "Don't move."

The warm breath sprayed on her ears, and Li Mo'er felt a tingling sensation, like an electric current running through her, and she wanted to reach out and touch it.

However, before she could make a move, Shen Zicen fixed Li Mo'er's headboard again.

When one sensation disappears, the other senses are amplified, and she has no idea what Shen Zicen is going to do.

"Ah Cen~"

Li Mo'er's voice was uncertain, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight tremor.

"Shh-"

Shen Zicen put his finger to Li Mo'er's lips, "Don't speak."

Li Mo'er felt as if Shen Zicen had climbed onto the other side of her body.

Suddenly, she felt as if her ankle was also being controlled.

"Mo'er, be good, or it will hurt."

Li Mo'er didn't dare to move at all; her voice was slightly pleading.

"Cold~"

As if suddenly realizing something, Shen Zicen covered Li Mo'er's feet as well.

"That should keep you warm."

Shen Zicen looked at Li Mo'er, who was wrapped up tightly with only her head and two arms showing, and felt a sense of pride.

Under the covers, Shen Zicen lay quietly on top of Li Mo'er, sighing softly to himself.

Damn winter, he doesn't know how happy he would be if it were summer.

But even in winter, a smug smile crept across his lips.

His fingers gently traced from Li Mo'er's forehead to the tip of her nose, then lingered on her lips.

As he traced Li Mo'er's lip shape again and again, Li Mo'er would always involuntarily open her mouth.

But Shen Zicen kept avoiding her, and Li Mo'er could never find his fingers.

Shen Zicen smiled and kept circling around. When he couldn't find Li Mo'er, he stopped chasing her and started searching aimlessly.

But she could only touch him occasionally, and several times she was about to succeed when Shen Zicen escaped.

Li Mo'er was aroused and subconsciously wanted to grab his hand, but she heard a creaking sound from the bed and forgot that she couldn't move her hand.

"Don't move, okay~"

Shen Zicen's tone rose slightly, full of provocative undertones.

"Well--"

Suddenly, Shen Zicen's hand touched Li Mo'er's chest, and Li Mo'er couldn't help but bend over.

Beneath Shen Zicen's hairband, Li Mo'er frowned tightly. She could only feel Shen Zicen's teasing, but she couldn't respond at all.

She felt the fingers that had lit the fire travel from her chest to her waist, all the way down...

Li Mo'er was about to burst; she struggled incessantly, and her fair skin was chafed until it turned red.

"Um--"

Just as she was concentrating on breaking free, Shen Zicen suddenly bit Li Mo'er's neck.

Shen Zicen's thoughts were simple: he also wanted to leave his mark on Mo'er.

Next, Shen Zicen teased Li Mo'er to his heart's content, causing Li Mo'er immense suffering.

While enduring the torment, she slowly struggled to break free. She regretted giving herself to Shen Zicen.

Shen Zicen played for a while and got a little tired, but he did nothing but light the fire.

Li Mo'er was so angry she felt like she was going to grind her teeth to powder. She hadn't expected Shen Zicen to only care about starting a fire and not putting it out.

"Mo'er, I'm tired."

Shen Zicen looked at Li Mo'er, whose body was almost entirely covered in his handiwork, and yawned. He was feeling a little sleepy.

At this moment, Li Mo'er's hands were quietly trying to break free.

As soon as her hands were freed, Li Mo'er immediately hugged Shen Zicen tightly, not giving him any chance to catch his breath.

After the kiss, tears welled up in Shen Zicen's eyes; he was truly exhausted.

Shen Zicen playfully punched Li Mo'er's chest, "You're lying, didn't we agree..."

Li Mo'er didn't remove the hairband from her eyes. Instead, based on her intuition, she kissed Shen Zicen's lips again, silencing his remaining words.

Although Li Mo'er's legs are not very mobile, it does not affect her movements at all.

Although she didn't use her eyes all night, Shen Zicen still felt sore and achy all over.

Shen Zicen could only keep begging for mercy. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that he probably had a lot of marks left on his body.

Finally, while Shen Zicen was unconscious, Li Mo'er was still fighting.