As Ling Mohan pressed closer step by step, Feng Jin had no choice but to retreat continuously.
"Are you crazy? Stop right now!"
Feng Jin repeatedly scolded, ordering Ling Mohan to stop and stay put.
However, her warning had no effect on Ling Mohan. The man continued to approach Feng Jin as if nothing had happened, determined to teach her a lesson.
"You... you..."
Feng Jin's lips trembled with fear, unsure of what Ling Mohan intended to do or what his plans were.
"What are you afraid of? What can I do to you?"
A sinister smile played on the man's lips. This smile sent a chill down Feng Jin's spine. She felt as if Ling Mohan was looking at her like prey, making her shiver, her hair standing on end.
"You... you..."
Due to extreme nervousness, Feng Jin's speech faltered, stuttering for a long time without being able to complete a single sentence.
Suddenly, a man's hand clasped her waist. Before Feng Jin could react, she was pulled forcefully, her boneless body falling directly into Ling Mohan's arms.
"My dear wife is quite passionate today, already eager to throw herself into my embrace."
After speaking, he couldn't resist exhaling softly into Feng Jin's ear, creating an intimate atmosphere.
Feng Jin shoved Ling Mohan away with all her might, quickly retreating a few steps to distance herself from him.
"I... I warn you, if you dare... dare to provoke me again, then don't blame me for being impolite!"
She feigned calmness as she uttered this threatening statement, her face filled with icy resolve. She had decided that if Ling Mohan dared to lay a hand on her again, she would not hold back and would be impolite to him.
"Impolite? I'd like to see how you plan to be impolite today."
He had only intended to scare Feng Jin, but her challenging words immediately piqued his interest. He wanted to see how she would be impolite.
"You... you..."
Before she could finish speaking, she felt a slight numbness on her shoulder, and then her entire body froze in place, completely unable to move.
"Ling Mohan, what... what did you do to me, you scoundrel!"
This feeling of being controlled was unbearable. She, who usually bullied others and controlled the situation, was now on the receiving end, the one being controlled.
She had no idea what this scoundrel Ling Mohan was planning.
"Naturally, I wish to have a daughter."
He had merely pressed Feng Jin's pressure points, preventing her from moving temporarily. She would be able to move again once the time was up.
This would allow him to proceed with his grand plan. Ling Mohan directly scooped Feng Jin up and gently placed her on the bed.
"Ling Mohan, you should know... you are raping me! I can report you!"
This scoundrel was truly despicable, coming up with such a scheme. She vowed to deal with Ling Mohan once she could move.
"You are most welcome to report me. If my dear wife cannot find the magistrate's office, your husband can assist by submitting the plea."
At this moment, Ling Mohan was a refined scoundrel, a beast. If it weren't for his handsome face, she truly wished...
This was the first time in her life she had been flirted with by a man, and she had fallen into Ling Mohan's hands.
"You are truly shameless to the extreme!"
With five thousand years of Chinese history and its profound depths, she couldn't find any words to describe Ling Mohan's shamelessness.
"Thank you for the compliment, my dear wife. The night is long, and to prevent you from feeling lonely and bored, we should do something interesting."
As his words fell, Ling Mohan's hand moved to Feng Jin's belt, slowly undoing 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 Mohan, satisfied, held Feng Jin in his arms. He reached out and stroked Feng Jin's still flat abdomen. The warmth from his palm spread. He wondered if his daughter was present within.
After trying for so long, why was there still no sign? Ling Mohan couldn't help but doubt his own abilities.
"Can you remove the hand you placed on my stomach? It feels too heavy."
Her acupoints were still sealed, and Feng Jin could still not move. Otherwise, she would have slapped him fiercely.
Did this guy have a problem with his brain? What was the meaning of his hand constantly being on her stomach?
"Tell me, have you been secretly taking medicine!"
Suddenly recalling this possibility, Ling Mohan sat up abruptly in bed, staring intently at Feng Jin, and questioned her.
The fact that she hadn't conceived for so long certainly made this a possibility. With Feng Jin's medical skills, it would be incredibly easy for her to avoid having his child if she didn't want to.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Feng Jin rolled her eyes, thinking Ling Mohan had become too neurotic. Was he so desperate for a daughter that he had become like this? Perhaps she should find a way to treat him.
"You really haven't?"
Still somewhat disbelieving Feng Jin, Ling Mohan asked again.
"I really haven't!"
She disdained to lie, nor did she stoop to secretly doing such things. Moreover, she would absolutely never do anything that harmed her body, like taking medicine.
Even if she were to do something, she would choose to target Ling Mohan directly, rendering him infertile would be the most efficient and straightforward method. Why would she foolishly harm her own body?
Ling Mohan stared at Feng Jin for a long moment. Seeing no abnormality in her eyes, he finally believed her words, certain that she wasn't secretly taking medicine.
Then, what was the reason she hadn't conceived for so long?
Ling Mohan became frustrated again. He leaned back on the bed, lost in thought, constantly pondering ways to get Feng Jin pregnant quickly.
Seeing others holding adorable little girls made him incredibly envious.
After a brief pause, Feng Jin's acupoints automatically unsealed. She slowly moved her stiff body, finally able to move. It was time to settle the score with Ling Mohan.
She directly delivered a flying kick. The unprepared Ling Mohan was sent tumbling off the bed by Feng Jin's kick, followed by a barrage of flying blankets and pillows.