RMM – Chapter 70 Curiosity Killed the Cat

Su Ruo suddenly stood up straight, a wave of dizziness hitting her. She swayed twice, and Xi Yuechen, whose hand had slipped from the top of her head to her shoulder, quickly reached out to steady her, getting foam everywhere in the process.

But his expression wasn’t exactly relaxed. Once Su Ruo recovered and saw the look on Xi Yuechen’s face, she realized she had done something foolish and laughed awkwardly.

Having been continuously provoked, Xi Yuechen could no longer restrain himself. A massive tent had already formed beneath his waist.

Being stared at like that made Su Ruo a little nervous. It was just a tug on some hair, why does it feel like I committed a huge crime?

“Comrade Commander?” she asked hesitantly.

Xi Yuechen no longer stayed silent. He suddenly pulled Su Ruo into his arms, cupped her face with his soapy hands, and kissed her hard.

Even Su Ruo, as dense as she could be sometimes, realized she’d ignited something. Seeing Xi Yuechen in this state made her feel both guilty and afraid—he radiated a wild, beast-like energy.

Forced to match the movement of his tongue, she was soon left breathless, cheeks flushed, struggling to break away.

“Com—Commander…”

Xi Yuechen finally let go of her lips, but their faces remained so close they could almost touch.

“There’s… still foam on your head…” she mumbled awkwardly under his intense, aggressive gaze. Xi Yuechen looked terrifying like this.

He still didn’t say a word, but let go of her face, lifted the hand she had rested on his chest into the air, turned on the warm water, and finally spoke in a deep, raspy voice: “Close your eyes.”

Upon hearing that voice, Su Ruo knew she wasn’t getting out of this tonight. She couldn’t help but curse herself—hands too itchy for their own good, you brought this on yourself.

Xi Yuechen quickly rinsed all the foam off her. After turning off the water, he started kissing her again. His hands wandered her soaking body, caressing and kneading as he pulled her closer.

Su Ruo passively responded, letting out soft moans from time to time. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her body gradually conforming to his firm, heated one.

In her haze, she couldn’t help but think: This brute, once he gets going, is like a wild beast—so intense, so full of desire. How on earth did he survive all these years?

Xi Yuechen’s lips moved to her exposed neck, one hand caressing her breast, the other gripping her firm butt, pulling her against the hardness pressing from his lower body.

Su Ruo’s cheeks were bright pink, her lips letting out involuntary gasps. Her body was so soft she could hardly support herself, letting Xi Yuechen manipulate her as he pleased. She could feel a hot, hard length rubbing against her from time to time, and her body instinctively responded, leaning into it, moving with his strength. Between her legs, it was already a slippery mess—whether from bathwater or arousal, she couldn’t tell. An emptiness gripped her mind.

“Com—”

“Call me Yuechen.”

Su Ruo had barely opened her mouth when Xi Yuechen interrupted her. Every time they reached this point, he insisted she call his name.

“Yuechen… Yuechen…” she murmured in a daze, her voice hoarse and broken, like she was both venting something and expressing a deep yearning.

“Good girl, almost there,” Xi Yuechen said, a faint smile on his lips. It wasn’t an obvious grin, but something subtle that made his usually cold, handsome face look utterly devilish and wild.

Su Ruo opened her hazy eyes and stared in awe—This is… Xi Yuechen?

“What’s wrong?” he asked as his hand trailed down to the elegant curve of her lower back, noticing her dazed expression.

Hearing her heart pound louder with his voice, Su Ruo smiled and didn’t say a word. Instead, she leaned forward and captured his lips, sucking and licking gently.

This kiss was nothing like the earlier fiery one—it was soft, slow. Their tongues danced playfully, intimately, like they were whispering secrets.

But Xi Yuechen’s hands didn’t stay idle. One lingered on her lower back, while the other reached between her thighs, gently lifting one slender leg to hook around his waist. After securing her waist, he repeated the same action with her other leg. Su Ruo was now completely wrapped around him.

Afraid of falling, Su Ruo tightened her arms around his neck and clung to him. The kiss broke with a few soft whimpers, maybe because the position was uncomfortable or lacked a sense of security.

“Don’t worry. Hold tight,” Xi Yuechen whispered as he kissed her, one hand supporting her waist, the other lifting her bottom. His body started to move slowly.

She felt him enter gradually, gently—there was no pain, just a fullness and a dull ache that made her moan softly. Gasping, she whispered, “Faster… Yuechen…”

This slow torture was worse than just getting it over with. Early or late, death is death, right?

“As you wish.” The moment he finished speaking, Xi Yuechen thrust fully into her, merging their bodies completely.

Spring passion filled the air. The sounds from the bathroom continued for a long time.

By the time the two emerged, it was already late into the night.

Su Ruo had already fallen asleep. Xi Yuechen carried her to the bedroom. Before they came out, he hadn’t forgotten that she hadn’t really bathed yet, so he let her lean against him and washed her gently. Fearing she’d catch cold, he didn’t linger.

He laid her down carefully, got in beside her, and pulled her slightly damp body into his arms.

Before entering the bathroom earlier, Xi Yuechen had already pulled out a spare pillow and opened up the blanket to warm it.

But the bed here was nothing like the one at home. In the military, everything was cold and hard. As soon as Su Ruo lay down, she shivered, curled up slightly, and only relaxed after snuggling into Xi Yuechen’s embrace.

She never opened her eyes, clearly exhausted. Everything she did was instinctual.

Holding her tightly, Xi Yuechen let out a bitter smile. When have I ever acted so impulsively?
He was used to the strict discipline of the army—his life always orderly. But ever since he met this little woman, all his principles unraveled. Thinking of his actions in the bathroom just now, he sighed inwardly. Who would’ve thought I’d go so wild… as if I couldn’t control myself at all.

He looked down at the girl obediently resting in his arms. I wonder how she’ll yell at me tomorrow morning. Thinking of her angry, sulking face, he chuckled and pulled her tighter. Then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

“Get lost.”

Duan Wei coldly rejected yet another guy trying to flirt with her and continued drinking without sparing him a glance.

The rejected man gave an awkward smile and walked off. This lady had come to the bar several times, always alone. Her beauty and presence made her impossible to ignore, but she was so cold and unapproachable that no one dared to linger for long. She just sat there drinking and zoning out.

Staring at her glass, Duan Wei’s eyes were unfocused—whether from alcohol or deep thoughts, even she didn’t know.

“Duan Wei?” a clear male voice pulled her back to reality. Her head was already dizzy from drinking and she didn’t recognize the voice. Frowning in irritation, she turned to look—and froze.

Why is he here?

“You’ve had so much to drink? Are you here alone?” the man frowned, then remembered he wasn’t alone and turned to his companions. “You guys go ahead, I’ll join you later.”

The two men exchanged knowing smirks. One teased, “Looks like someone’s in for a lucky night. Go on, stay with the lady—we’ll manage.”

Duan Wei immediately caught the implication and felt a surge of anger. She sneered at the man in front of her. “Mo Qi? Shouldn’t you be cuddling your lovely bride? What, out hunting for new flings already?”

Mo Qi’s face, already awkward from his friends’ jokes, turned even worse after her sarcasm. “What’s with that tone? Are you drunk? It’s so late, why aren’t you home?”

The scolding tone made Duan Wei furious. Who are you to act like you have a say in my life?

“Oh? Did you forget? I’m a stranger, remember? Don’t fake concern like that—it’s disgusting. Get lost.”

She didn’t even look at Mo Qi as she raised her glass and downed it.

Mo Qi had never been treated this way by her before. His expression turned from shocked to hurt. After a pause, he said, “I told you long ago—I’ve always seen you as a sister. There’s nothing between us…”

“Ha! Sister? Screw your sister. Do I look like I’m short on brothers?”

He was cut off coldly by Duan Wei’s sneer. The words were so sharp they stung. Mo Qi looked humiliated and upset. “What’s wrong with you? Acting like this, you don’t look like a proper woman at all.”

That hit a nerve. Her heart ached, but her face became even colder. She cast him a sidelong glance and turned away.

“Mo Qi, stop pretending to care. You just make yourself look more pitiful.”

No sarcasm this time—just a cold, biting truth. Mo Qi felt that coldness seep into his bones. Something important felt like it was slipping away.

“Don’t say that… let me take you home.”

He finally spoke again, voice rough with emotion.

“No need. From the day you got married, we became nothing. Don’t give people the wrong idea.”

From the moment you chose someone else, we had no ties left. I won’t keep chasing after you like a fool anymore.

She lifted her glass again, but it was snatched away. With a loud thunk, it was slammed onto the table.

Staring at Mo Qi’s hand gripping her arm, Duan Wei finally snapped.

“What the hell do you want, Mo Qi? You say we’re over, but now you’re playing concerned? Isn’t that fake as hell?”

Her voice was loud, drawing attention from nearby patrons. Mo Qi felt even more embarrassed and angry. Look at what she’s become!
What happened to the sweet, obedient girl from before?

“Look at yourself, Duan Wei! I’m so disappointed! A girl acting like this in public—have you no shame?”

“That’s not your problem, is it? Besides,” a voice interrupted, “I like this version of Weiwei. So what?”

Both Duan Wei and Mo Qi turned toward the voice.

“…Lu Yue?” Duan Wei said in surprise.