A bully in the e-sports world, from a nobody to a succubus champion!

Chapter 103

If it reads a little awkwardly, that's perfectly normal; the reviewers have already kindly revised it for me several times.

Have things progressed a little too quickly between him and me?

But the thought only lingered in her mind for a moment before being dispelled by the warmth from her fingertips.

On this romantic coastline, all reason and concerns seem so pale and powerless.

Half an hour later, night quietly fell, and the coastline of Rio de Janeiro lit up with dazzling neon lights.

Lin Mo led Yu Shuang to a rather secluded but somewhat upscale French-style seaside restaurant.

There were no glaring lights in the restaurant; each table was lit only by a vintage candlestick that emitted a dim, warm glow.

The melodious music flowed gently, enhancing the ambiguous atmosphere to the extreme.

Led by the waiter, the two arrived at a private room by the window.

Logically, the two should sit facing each other.

But Lin Mo did not do that. He naturally sat down on the curved sofa on the same side as Yu Shuang.

"Hey—go sit across from me, how are we supposed to eat like this?" Yu Shuang was squeezed so much by him that her body tilted slightly. Feeling the warmth emanating from him, her heart started racing involuntarily, and she protested softly.

"It's too far away. I need to get closer to see how beautiful Sister Yu is." Lin Mo chuckled softly. Instead of moving away, he casually placed his arm on the back of the sofa behind Sister Yu, forming a semi-hug posture.

Yu Shuang gave him a coquettish glare, but didn't insist that he move aside.

After we ordered, the waiter brought us a bottle of red wine.

The dark red wine swirled gently in the stemmed glass, reflecting on Yu's face, which appeared even more beautiful and charming in the candlelight.

Because she had drunk some alcohol, Yu Shuang gradually lowered her guard.

But what she didn't notice was that as she relaxed and leaned back on the sofa, the hem of her long dress slipped up slightly, revealing a section of her fair and jade-like legs.

Under the cover of dim light, Lin Mo's left hand silently slid off the table.

The next second, Yu Shuang felt a warm touch on her knee.

Lin Mo's hand gently rested on the edge of her thigh.

Yu Shuang's heart skipped a beat, and as if she had been electrocuted, her legs instinctively came together.

She turned her head somewhat flusteredly, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, "Little brother, stop fooling around. This is a restaurant, the waiters could come over at any time—"

As she spoke, she reached out her small hand under the table, trying to push away Lin Mo's large, mischievous hand.

But Lin Mo turned around and grabbed her soft little hand, wrapping it in his palm and gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

He looked straight ahead, picked up his wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and maintained a serious expression, as if nothing had happened under the table.

"The lighting is so dim, and the tablecloth is so long, who can see it?" Lin Mo leaned close to her ear, his deep voice carrying a hint of heat, brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

"You—" Yu Shuang was both ashamed and anxious, but her hand was held tightly by Lin Mo and she couldn't pull it out at all.

Seeing that her struggles were getting weaker and weaker, Lin Mo's smile deepened.

He released his grip on her hand, his palm tracing the smooth, delicate calf, slowly moving upwards.

Through a thin layer of silk fabric, Lin Mo's fingertips gently slid, the almost imperceptible touch like a feather repeatedly teasing Yu Shuang's heart.

Yu Shuang's breathing gradually became rapid.

She picked up her wine glass, trying to hide her lapse in composure by drinking, but her misty eyes betrayed her true feelings.

From initial slight resistance to later acquiescence, Yu Shuang's defenses were gradually crumbling under the dim light and Lin Mo's provocations.

Just then, Lin Mo gently patted the back of her hand.

In that instant, Yu Shuang's heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable panic spread through her!

The wine glass in her hand wobbled violently, nearly spilling the red wine. She bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing the gasp that was about to escape her lips.

"You little rascal—stop it—" Yu Shuang pressed one hand firmly on Lin Mo's arm, turned her head, and looked at him with moist eyes that were almost reproachful.

Lin Mo felt the smoothness in her palm and could even feel her tense muscles trembling slightly.

He knew that the progress was almost complete.

If this continues, the candlelight dinner might lose its charm.

Lin Mo knew very well the importance of knowing when to stop. He stopped what he was doing, but didn't completely withdraw. Instead, he stayed close to her skin and turned slightly to the side.

"Widowed sister—" Lin Mo whispered, "Don't go back tonight, okay?"

These blunt words were like a heavy hammer blow, striking Yu Shuang's already turbulent heart.

"If we don't go back—then—where do we go?" Yu Shuang's mind was a complete mess, and her voice was barely audible.

"When I came here, I saw a five-star hotel nearby with an even better view. I booked a suite on the top floor." Lin Mo said, gently biting her earlobe. "Didn't you tell Rita you were meeting up with an old classmate? It's perfectly reasonable for your old classmate to stay out overnight after catching up so late, right?"

"If we don't go back—then—where do we go?" Yu Shuang's mind was a complete mess, and her voice was barely audible.

"I saw a five-star hotel nearby with an even better view on my phone. I've booked a top-floor ocean-view suite. How about we go check it out?" Lin Mo said, gently nibbling her earlobe. "Besides, didn't you tell them you were meeting up with old classmates? It's perfectly reasonable for them to stay out overnight since they've been catching up so late, right?"

As Lin Mo's carefully crafted and persuasive words began to guide her, Yu Shuang's previously dazed eyes regained a sliver of clarity.

Go to the hotel?

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

As the official host of LPL, he is a rising esports star.

If it gets photographed by paparazzi, or discovered by Abu or other commentators, it would definitely be a huge scandal in the esports world.

It's unimaginable what it will look like then.

Moreover, there's Rita—

"No—" Yu Shuang bit her lip and gently pushed against Lin Mo's broad chest, trying to create some distance. "Little brother, this is too fast—we've only known each other for a short time. If others find out, it will have a huge impact on your career and my job."

Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes darted away, avoiding Lin Mo's burning gaze: "Besides—my mind is in turmoil. Could you give me some time to think things through—"

Looking at Yu Shuang's appearance, Lin Mo's eyes flashed with understanding.

Yu Shuang's refusal was ostensibly due to concerns about external opinions and the pace of development, but ultimately it stemmed from the fact that she had not yet found enough "security" in her younger brother, who was two years younger than her.

She needs a formal title, or rather, a promise that would allow her to let go of all her inhibitions and burdens.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo slowly pulled the mischievous hand out from under her skirt, and even considerately helped her straighten the skirt that had slipped down.

Just when Yu Shuang thought he was going to give up and a sense of loss welled up in her heart, Lin Mo suddenly reached out and supported her shoulders, gently turning her around and forcing her to face him.

In the dim candlelight, Lin Mo's eyes were sincere as he said, "Widow, look at me. Do you think I brought you here just on a whim?"

Yu Shuang stared at him blankly.

"I know what you're worried about. You're afraid I'm too young, afraid I'm not mature enough, afraid this is just a game." Lin Mo leaned forward slightly, their noses almost touching, their breaths almost mingling. "But what Lin Mo has decided will never change. I think of you, my widow, all the time, and I want to be with you. Not just now, but in the future, forever—"

Lin Mo paused for a moment, then asked, "Sister, would you be willing to be one of the most important women in my life?"

boom!

These words were like a bombshell, completely shattering the last line of defense in Yu's heart.

"The woman I love most—" Yu Shuang murmured, repeating the words, her brows furrowing slightly. "What does 'one of' mean?"

"Of course, there are other women, like my mother—" Lin Mo replied without batting an eye.

Yu Shuang then bit her lip and fell into thought.

Deep down, she is a rather traditional woman who has always longed for a strong, outstanding man who can give her a sense of security.

And at this moment, the boy before me, who dominated the field and was also a romantic young man in life, made a promise to himself—

"You—you only know how to lie to me—" Yu Shuang's eyes were slightly moist, and her hands, which were originally pushing against Lin Mo's chest, unconsciously turned into a gentle grasp.

"I'd be a dog if I lied to you." Seeing that the time was right, Lin Mo hugged her tightly and gently inhaled the fragrance emanating from Yu Shuang.

Yu Shuang leaned against Lin Mo's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and finally made a decision.

"Then—then going to a hotel is fine—" Yu Shuang lifted her head from his embrace, "but we have to agree beforehand! Tonight, going to the hotel is only—to experience it, to connect a little, to chat. You absolutely cannot do anything—too much—too much to me!"

When she said the words "excessive things", Yu Shuang's face turned red to the roots of her neck, and her voice was so soft that it was like a mosquito's hum.

Lin Mo was almost overjoyed.

Once you're in the private space of a hotel, a man and a woman alone together, with desire running high, whether things are "too much" or not is a question that can't be answered in a single sentence.

But on the surface, he appeared to be a virtuous gentleman.

"No problem!" Lin Mo patted his chest without hesitation and assured her confidently, "If my sister-in-law doesn't agree, I absolutely won't touch a single hair on your head! We'll just sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with the sea view, drink some red wine, and have a pure discussion about our life ideals. As long as I can be with my sister-in-law, whatever we do will be the happiest thing in the world."

Seeing Lin Mo's serious expression, Yu Shuang finally relented and softly hummed in agreement.

"Then hurry up and eat, we'll leave after you finish." Lin Mo cut the steak on her plate and handed it to her.

For the rest of the meal, Yu Shuang ate absentmindedly.

Although Lin Mo verbally agreed that it "would not be excessive," his hands under the table were still not still behaving themselves.

Every unintentional touch sent a shiver down Yu Shuang's spine, yet she had to pretend to be nonchalant. This thrill made her tense all over.

Finally, dinner ended, Lin Mo paid the bill, and naturally took Yu Shuang's hand.

This time, Yu Shuang did not struggle at all, letting him hold her tightly.

She even moved closer to Lin Mo, holding the Chanel bag to her chest like a girl who had just fallen in love.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the night breeze of Rio de Janeiro blew by, but it couldn't dispel the thick, almost palpable, ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Lin Mo flagged down a taxi.

"To the Windsor Hotel," Lin Mo told the driver in fluent English.

In the back seat, Yu Shuang wore a straight blue mask and sunglasses, but her body was as supple as if she were leaning against Lin Mo's shoulder.

Lin Mo wrapped one arm around her, his fingers gently playing with a strand of her hair.

As the vehicle sped towards the hotel, Yu Shuang's heartbeat could be clearly heard in the quiet carriage.

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the magnificent revolving door of the Lantau Windsor Hotel.

The two women pulled their masks up in perfect unison, and Yu Shuang, in her later years, lowered her wide-brimmed hat a few notches.

In this foreign land, although the probability of running into acquaintances from home is extremely low, they are still extra cautious out of their instinct as public figures.

Lin Mo communicated with the front desk and quickly obtained the room key for the top-floor ocean view suite.

With a "ding," the elevator reached the top floor. The two walked through the corridor, swiped their cards, and pushed open the door to Lan's room.

As the room key was inserted into the card slot, the smart lights in the room lit up one by one. Yu Shuang, who was originally nervously pounding her chest and sweating, breathed a sigh of relief the moment she saw the layout of the room.

What appeared before me was a very spacious, luxurious twin room.

Two large beds, each two meters wide, were placed side by side, separated by a large mahogany bedside table.

"Thank goodness—" Yu Shuang muttered to herself, her tense nerves relaxing a little.

She turned to look at Lin Mo, who was putting down his bag, and her eyes held a hint of a smile.

She originally thought Lin Mo'er deliberately booked that kind of double room, but she didn't expect him to actually book a double room in a proper manner.

It seems that although this little rascal is usually glib and likes to take advantage of others, he is still an innocent younger brother at heart.

"Wow, the view from this room is amazing." Yu Shuang walked to the huge French windows, looked at the scenery outside, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Through a single pane of glass covering an entire wall, the unparalleled ocean view unfolds before you. A bright moon hangs on the horizon, its silvery light shimmering like shattered diamonds on the undulating Atlantic.

The neon lights on the distant beach resemble a dazzling ribbon, breathtakingly beautiful.

Lin Mo thought to himself that this place, which cost several thousand yuan for one night, indeed had a great view.

"Do you like it?" Lin Mo walked to her side and magically produced a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses from the mini bar in the room. "Since Lan wants to discuss her ideals in life, how can we do it without a proper atmosphere?"

Yu Shuang looked straight at him and smiled sweetly: "Okay, then let's drink and chat."

The two sat side by side on the sofa in front of the window.

Lin Mo skillfully opened and poured the wine, handing one of the glasses to Yu Shuang.

The two gently clinked their glasses, the crisp sound of the glass striking each other was particularly pleasant.

"Have you been working too hard lately?" Lin Mo took a sip of red wine and asked Yu Shuang softly.

Hearing this word of concern, Yu Shuang felt a warmth in her heart. She, who always had to maintain a dignified and generous demeanor in front of the camera, let down her guard in front of Lin Mo and started complaining like a little girl.

"Actually, it's not too bad. It's just that there are always some haters on the internet who scrutinize me with a magnifying glass. If I say even one wrong word, they will start a fight."

Moreover, wearing high heels makes my feet quite tired.

As Yu Shuang spoke, she sighed softly, picked up her wine glass, and took a sip.

As Lin Mo listened, he reached out and lifted one of her jade-like feet, which was wearing a high heel, and placed it on his lap.

"Hey—what are you doing?" Yu Shuang exclaimed in surprise, and tried to pull her legs back.

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