Qian Meng was on the edge since she came home. When she was with Mo Qingchen, the feeling of being watched, the feeling that someone was going to pop out from the corner wasn't so intense.

When Mo Qingchen offered her snacks, she told him that she had tired from work and wanted to take a nap. Mo Qingchen wasn't as free as he had made himself out to be. He had been getting so many calls while he drove that Qian Meng knew he was downplaying it.

She excused herself to their room, hoping Mo Qingchen would take the time to finish his work. She didn't want to sleep, so she ended up lounging in bed and watching a television series.

She didn't realize that she had fallen asleep until she was awoken by the shifting of the bed as it dipped down on Mo Qingchen's side. She opened her eyes slowly, sighing as she blinked away the fog of sleep.

Mo Qingchen sat on the side of the bed, bent down slightly to remove his slippers. She sighed again as she stretched her arms over her head. Mo Qingchen looked back at her over his shoulder and smiled softly.

"Well, hello there, sleeping beauty."

"Hi," she answered through the yawn as she rolled onto her side and pulled his pillow into her embrace.

"Did you have a good nap?"

"I might need to sleep some more," she admitted.

"I see. Nap time at the Mo House, is it?" he teased.

"I didn't intend on sleeping… but the bed is so comfortable. So soft and warm…"

He hummed as he plopped himself down on the bed to lie down beside her. "It sounds like another place. It just so happens to be my favorite place in the world, actually."

She squinted. "Oh?" she couldn't help but laugh. She watched him pull the blanket over himself and scoot over towards her. "Where is that?"

"I'll give you a small hint," he teased playfully as his hand found her body. He pulled her to him. "It's pink."

She mused as she wrapped her hand around his neck.

"It's a very small space. Barely enough room there."

"I see… sounds uncomfortable."

He rolled his eyes. "When I am there…" he paused to kiss her neck and lift her leg over his hip. "It's very very…"

"What?" she breathed, threading her fingers through his hair.

He rolled over, pinning her between his body and the mattress. He pressed his hips into her and she sighed in contentment. Playful Mo Qingchen had quickly evolved into aroused Mo Qingchen.

What fun!

"Wet," he finished finally before his lips descended. He kissed her slowly but wasted no time for his tongue to get to work.

The weight of his body pressed her into the mattress. It felt heavenly as his mouth dominated hers. She was all too willing to surrender to him. The man knew exactly how to coax her into doing what he wanted. In bed, at least.

But there was one problem. "Qingchen," she breathed, struggling to keep her mind clear in her lust-induced mental block.

He hummed against her lips.

"Not now," she responded, even though her body screamed the opposite. "I am on my period."

His lips slowly parted from hers and he pulled back slightly just enough to gaze down at her face. His eyes narrowed slightly as they searched the answer.

Qian Meng was stunned for a second. Did he not trust her?

"Really?" he asked. His tone wasn't speculative in the least, just a little disappointed, but Qian Meng almost flinched.

"Do you want me to show you proof?" she asked.

"No," he said rolling off with a frown. "I trust you."

He settled on his back next to her, and she rolled onto her side to face him.

"I'm sorry," she said immediately, feeling a little awkward.

"You're apologizing for being on your period?" he asked, quirking a brow at her in question.

"No. I just… I don't know if you still… you know…"

"Want to have sex with you on your period?" He finished for her.

"Yeah," she replied sheepishly.

He eyed her curiously and she could only shift uncomfortably under his gaze. "I thought you are against it." He was direct.

"I think it is a little weird. But I just wasn't sure how you felt about that. When I turn you away."

Mo Qingchen's expression was unreadable. "I am not opposed to the idea of having sex with you when you are on your period. Is that what you are asking? I know you are not up for it. I respect the boundaries that we have set up for one another, and I don't intend on pushing you on any of them."

Qian Meng smiled. "That's good to hear. Sometimes I wonder…" she trailed off.

"What?"

"Wonder if it agitates you when I say no. Sex was a part of the agreement, after all."

He sighed. "It was. But we are partners. Besides, I am not a sex-crazed monster who can't go without it for a few days."

He seemed to be in a sour mood, so she decided to take the opportunity to ask about something that she had wondered on-and-off for a long time.

"Can we talk about the women who came before me?"

His face fell further and Qian Meng felt her heart drop as she watched it with her own eyes. "I don't want to talk about women in front of you, Qian Meng. There is nothing there," he answered simply.

"Qingchen, look." She sighed. "We haven't talked about this since the beginning. Am I supposed to ignore that you told me you didn't want a romantic connection but you are excellent in bed? Such skills don't come at the first try. I know you have been with people. Why don't you just confess?"

"The word confession implicitly implies that I am guilty of something. I… I didn't do anything wrong. You asked me a question and I gave you an answer. I didn't have a romantic connection with anyone. The women I was with knew that I couldn't offer them love or a relationship. And I wasn't involved with anyone for a long time before I had conceived even the slightest thought of proposing to you."