“Criminal” Break Through The Window: Hubby, Please Spare Me - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: You Like to Touch a Man Like This?

Apart from the warmth from his thighs and strong muscles, Shui Miaomiao could not find anything else. Her phone wasn’t there.

But she didn’t give up and kept reaching deeper into his pockets.

Shen Mochen’s eyes darkened when he looked at her, and he asked, “You like to touch a man like this?”

Shui Miaomiao blushed. She ignored what he said and asked, “Where is my phone?”

“I told you. I will return it to you once we are in my office,” Shen Mochen took her hands out, smiled, and turned around.

“So you were toying with me just now?” Shui Miaomiao frowned and asked angrily as she walked beside him. When she met his meaningful gaze, Shui Miaomiao knew that she could not win against pricks, so she compromised. She softened her tone and said coquettishly, “Uh, Shen Mochen, let’s not mess around, give me my phone, please? I have a business to tend to.”

“Fine. Why on earth would I keep your phone?” Shen Mochen stopped in front of the escalator in the Department of Academic Affairs building. The elevator happened to stop at the ground floor when they arrived, he pushed the “up” button and entered the escalator. He kept the door open, darted a glance at her, and asked casually, “Are you not coming?”

Caught between two fires, Shui Miaomiao sighed. She entered the elevator; her eyes fixed on the floor.

They arrived on the sixth floor and entered his office.

“President Shen, can you give me my phone already?” Shui Miaomiao urged.

Shen Mochen walked toward his desk and turned around. He leaned on the desk with his arms crossed over his chest and said while squinting at her, “Sometimes you call me President Shen, sometimes Shen Mochen, and sometimes Professor Shen, don’t you ever get tired?”

Shui Miaomiao sensed that he was still not willing to return the phone and that he was kind of starting to pick on her, she became a little annoyed and sighed, “President Shen, what do you want exactly? Is your hobby making fun of not-so-important-people, like me? Your company will go bankrupt one day if you act like this.”

Shen Mochen took her phone out of the inside pocket of his jacket and put it on the desk.

Shui Miaomiao arched her eyebrows.

So it was in the inside pocket.

She distinctly remembered that he put the phone in the patch pocket. Did Shen Mochen move it when she went and took her bag?

The slick bastard.

Shen Mochen read the expressions in her eyes and asked patiently, “Did you understand what was taught in the lecture?”

“Yes, I understood,” Shui Miaomiao said, trying to brush him off, and stepped forward to take her phone.

It all happened just as she slipped the phone into her pocket.

She saw his arm moving in her direction.

He wrapped his hand behind her head.

His handsome face enlarged in front of her eyes. He tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips against hers. His reddish tongue slid against her lips, leaving a glistening trace on them, and then he nipped at her lower lip, again and again.

Shui Miaomiao’s eyes widened as her brain started to process what he was doing. She gritted her teeth and pushed his shoulder with all her might.

He looked askance at her.

A flash crossed Shui Miaomiao’s eyes as he loomed over her all of a sudden.

He was too strong. She was pinned down on the table.

He was on top of her.

His breath and scent enveloped her. It smelled like him everywhere.

She felt like an intruder who accidentally barged into his territory, and now her fate was entirely up to him.

Shui Miaomiao sensed danger.

“Shen Mochen, what are you doing ?!” Shui Miaomiao raised her hand and tried to slap his face.

Before she could touch his face, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head.

Shui Miaomiao tried to wriggle her hand free of his grasp, but could not disengage from his iron-clad hold, even though she felt that her arm almost came apart.

He said as he looked at her with a hot gleam in his eyes, “Weren’t you hoping that I would force-kiss you during the lecture?”

“When did I—?”

Before she could finish her sentence, her mouth was again covered by his.