Sometimes, Chen Mo greatly admired his own willpower.
When Ouyang Ruo Xi had hugged him just now, he had already not wanted to leave. In such a tender embrace, he would not have wanted to let go no matter how long it lasted.
But he still had many things waiting for him, and Ouyang Ruo Xi was not the kind of woman who got carried away. For her to take the initiative and hug him when their feelings had surged forth was already tremendous progress.
In the past, Ouyang Ruo Xi had never been so proactive. Even after being apart for a long time, when they met again, there would only be a slight change in her tone. Her feelings were like an arrow drawn but not released; only after spending a long time together would they gradually reveal themselves.
Although Chen Mo was reluctant, he still left. As for that night, they had merely hugged, eaten, and chatted, but he was already very satisfied.
When it came to certain matters, he believed in letting nature take its course. He could also sense that although Ouyang Ruo Xi would comply if they did that, it still felt as though they had not reached that point yet. It was better to wait; when the time came, it would happen naturally.
It was like with Shen Tingting—on that day, it had simply happened naturally. Shen Tingting's passion was like fire; once it started burning, it could not be extinguished. Ouyang Ruo Xi, however, had a rather cool temperament, like a silent rain that nourished all things.
Although the sky was already beginning to brighten, under Chen Mo's concealment and with his Spiritual Sense, none of the Ouyang Family's sentries detected his trace. As for hidden sentries, Chen Mo had avoided them long