Chapter 175: Listening to My Brother

When Song Mo slowly woke up from the bed, he felt a wave of comfort coursing through his body.

So he felt refreshed and clear-headed.

But he quickly snapped awake.

Why was there something in his arms—slick, soft, fragrant—just like Xia Yu and Xia Rou?

Song Mo was suddenly startled.

He snapped his eyes open and saw Song Wanrou, completely naked, curled in his arms.

At that moment, Song Wanrou was still asleep, a sweet smile lingering at the corner of her lips.

A thunderclap suddenly cracked in Song Mo's mind, leaving him utterly terrified.

He quickly and gently loosened his hold on Song Wanrou, scanning the room.

Song Mo also spotted large, dark stains of blood on the sheets.

Holy shit!

This much blood loss!

Is someone dead?

Song Mo was thrown into a panic—just by the amount of blood, he thought he'd stumbled upon a murder scene!

Song Mo hurriedly checked Song Wanrou's condition and saw her face was flushed and healthy—not at all like someone who'd lost too much blood—so his anxious heart finally settled.

Wait.

Settled my ass!

Song Mo instantly realized this wasn't the time to relax—he needed to hold his breath!

Fuck!

He never imagined that even after being reborn with a system, he'd still been tricked by Song Wanrou.

Because the aphrodisiac wasn't poison, his Etherealization skill hadn't triggered.

Now his head started throbbing.

What should he do about this?

At that moment, Song Wanrou felt the embrace around her vanish, and she slowly awoke on the bed.

She opened her eyes and saw Song Mo.

Their gazes met.

Song Wanrou, daring to act but not to face the consequences, couldn't bear to meet Song Mo's eyes—she turned away and pulled the blanket over her entire body.

Song Mo's eyes burned with anger.

His voice was low.

"Wanrou-jie, don't you have any explanation?"

What angered Song Mo most

wasn't that Song Wanrou had forcibly taken him.

After all, a man finds it hard to loudly accuse someone of this.

What Song Mo despised most was that Song Wanrou had drugged him—it made him feel utterly unsafe.

Though Song Mo now wasn't afraid of persecution, it still reminded him of his past life.

【Back in my past life, Liu Meiyun poisoned me too early—if she'd waited just a little longer, would Song Wanrou have been the one to poison me?】

Song Wanrou had been hiding under the covers, unable to face Song Mo's gentle gaze.

Then she suddenly heard that inner voice.

She broke out in a cold sweat!

Her heart ached bitterly:

【Is this the one barrier I can never cross in any life? What did I ever do wrong? Without even knowing what happened, my brother suspects me of such malice?】

【Even after I killed myself to prove my feelings and earned his forgiveness, I still can't earn his trust.】

She tore the blanket away, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry…"

Song Wanrou wanted to shout at Song Mo: "Sister loves you, sister would never harm you!"—but the words died on her lips, leaving only: "I'm sorry."

Song Wanrou was truly sorry.

She always let her brother down…

In his past life, and now in this one.

In the past, whenever Song Mo saw Song Wanrou crying, he would always comfort her.

But today, the words of comfort simply wouldn't come out.

He thought she was utterly absurd.

He only felt brotherly affection for her…

But as Song Mo looked at the bloodstains on the sheets, he finally spoke:

"Is this blood yours? You lost this much?"

Song Wanrou, heartbroken, was about to tell Song Mo the blood wasn't hers—it all came from Dushima Yingxue, that twisted woman.

But Song Mo's inner voice changed her mind.

【So my first time with Wanrou-jie was ruined on this bed?】

【She's always been conservative, and with this much blood—she must be a virgin.】

【What should I do now? Take responsibility, or just walk away?】

【Logically, this violated my will—I could easily ignore it, especially since I already have Xia Yu and Xia Rou as girlfriends.】

【But…】

Song Mo's moral底线 wasn't actually that high; his possessiveness was very strong.

Something he had used, if someone else used it afterward, he'd feel deeply uncomfortable inside — let alone a woman he'd slept with?

To put it in an absurd way, a shared bicycle Song Mo had stepped on, he wouldn't want anyone else to step on it again.

Either lock up the public bike;

or destroy it outright.

He simply ignored Song Wanrou.

And then?

Watch Song Wanrou sleep with someone else?

Thinking of this, Song Mo's expression cooled several degrees.

Territorial instinct and sovereignty instinct.

This was his bottom line — it could not be crossed.

Once marked by him, it was his.

Song Mo wasn't the melodramatic type either — what was done was done. He knew that with his current status, position, and wealth and power,

not to mention a few women, even several dozen he could afford to keep, and he fully had the right to enjoy them.

As for Xia Yu and Xia Rou, he had two choices.

First, come clean to both women directly;

second, don't let the two women know.

Song Mo hesitated briefly, then chose the second.

He wasn't mentally prepared yet.

Even he himself had only just received such earth-shattering information.

A trace of regret stirred in Song Mo's heart.

【I just feel like it's like a dream — floating far away feels very comfortable, but the specific sensation I can't recall】

【The first time wasted like this?】

【And Song Wanrou — whether she truly likes me or not, since it was her first time, I can't exactly kill her. Looks like the only option is to take her in?】

That's what he said, but Song Mo felt very unhappy inside.

【Wouldn't this play right into her hands? But I feel utterly stifled…】

【There absolutely must be some punishment】

【First I'll leave her hanging, let her suffer — I want to see how long she can endure】

【Best if she feels ten thousand regrets and misery!】

Song Mo thought viciously.

He said to Song Wanrou:

"Wanrou-jie, no matter what's in your heart, I'm telling you clearly — I won't take responsibility for you."

"Xia Yu and Xia Rou are my girlfriends. If you think that just sleeping with me once can make you my girlfriend, then you're being far too naive."

"Let me stress once more — I won't take responsibility. Even if you go tell Mom and Dad, my attitude stays the same."

Song Mo's expression and tone were both ice-cold. He thought that upon hearing his words, Song Wanrou would at least be hurt for a while.

Little did he know.

Song Wanrou was at this moment simply overjoyed.

【From little brother's inner voice, he actually… can still accept me?】

(End of chapter)