Oops! My Beast Mates Can Hear My Inner Voice

Mo Xiao held her firmly in his embrace.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he said icily, "If the Third Young Master needs any help, I can do it for you. There’s no need to trouble my wife."

His words sounded more like him staking a claim.

Xuan Qing, however, chuckled softly and said in a placid tone, "How could I possibly trouble an outsider with a matter between Miss Su and myself?"

Mo Xiao’s arms around Su Mo tightened slightly, but he controlled his strength. He said nonchalantly, "I am Mo’er’s legitimate husband. How could I possibly be considered an outsider?"

"Mm," Xuan Qing said, taking the opportunity. "Then I am Miss Su’s legitimate prospective husband, so naturally I can’t be considered an outsider either. It’s only right and proper for her to do things for me. Wouldn’t you agree, Young Master Snake?"

Su Mo felt the pressure from the man holding her drop even lower. ’This can’t be good.’

She subconsciously tightened her grip on Mo Xiao’s collar.

’This Xuan Qing really is my nemesis! Does he have to provoke Mo Xiao like this on purpose? What good does it do him to see this snake go crazy at me? This is his blatant revenge! Scholars really are so petty!!!’

Little Nine silently reveled in the drama: ’Tsk, tsk! The Third Young Master is one thing when he’s quiet, but once he opens his mouth, his words are deadly. What a mouth on him! I just love watching this kind of show!’

Mo Xiao’s expression faltered. A dark glint swirled in his eyes as the nameless fire in his chest burned hotter.

This Third Young Master looked calm and indifferent, as if he didn’t care about the wife at all. But just now, Mo Xiao had seen it clearly—the dark undercurrents swirling in Xuan Qing’s eyes when he lowered them, and within that restraint, an indulgence that perhaps even Xuan Qing himself hadn’t noticed.

A person only shows that kind of indulgence toward someone they like, especially a person as cold and self-possessed as Xuan Qing.

If his heart hadn’t been stirred, why would he allow someone to take such liberties with him?

He knew better than anyone how he himself had, step by step, broken his own bottom line for the woman in his arms.

Mo Xiao’s cold voice cut in, "Third Young Master, you have a sharper tongue than any storyteller. It’s just a shame that a title isn’t something you can win with mere words. The matter between you and my wife was a matter of circumstance. Soon, she will be able to grant you your freedom."

With that, he turned and strode away, the woman still in his arms.

Nestled in his embrace, Su Mo was speechless.

’Why does this stinky snake have to argue word for word with that scholar? I... I didn’t even do anything. What is he so angry about?’

Mo Xiao shot a look at the woman in his arms and snorted.

’She hasn’t done anything?’

’If I hadn’t arrived in time, she would’ve been stripping the man’s clothes off. She calls that doing nothing?!’

Mo Xiao carried her straight to his own bedroom. To Fei Yan, who was coming out of the kitchen, he said, "My wife is going to put medicine on my wounds. You all go ahead and eat."

Su Mo looked up at him and mumbled in a low voice, "I... want to eat first..."

’Are you kidding me? Looking the way he does right now, there’s no way I’d dare be alone in a room with him!’

Mo Xiao glanced at her and said in a tone that brooked no argument, "You can eat after you’ve applied the medicine."

Su Mo wanted to jump out of his arms, but she didn’t have a chance.

Mo Xiao, holding her, ducked into the room and quickly shut the door.

Outside, Fei Yan tilted their head and glanced at Xuan Qing, who was not far away.

Xuan Qing still had that same cool and distant expression, his face placid and unruffled.

「In the room.」

After Mo Xiao set her down, he immediately began to strip off his clothes.

Seeing him like this, Su Mo panicked and turned to open the door and escape.

In an instant, the man who was behind her was now in front, his hand pressed firmly against the door.

She pointed a finger at him, her eyes wide as she threatened, "If you try to force yourself on me, I’ll... I’ll have you..." ’...stricken from the family register!’

"How?" Mo Xiao leaned in, a dangerous glint in his deep eyes as they locked onto hers. His long fingers began to slowly caress her soft, tender lips. "Divorce me?"

"No, no!"

An idea struck Su Mo. She reached out and hugged the man in front of her, her body going soft as she leaned against him and cooed, "Xiaoxiao~ Being forced isn’t fun at all. Let’s not do that, okay?"

Watching the woman snuggling against him nonstop, whatever anger Mo Xiao had felt was now all but gone.

He sighed in resignation and gently wrapped his arms around her.

"I never said I was going to do anything. What are you in such a panic about, wife?"

Su Mo blinked up at him. "I’m hungry! I want to eat!"

"How is it that you have time to apply medicine for someone else, but no time for me? Can’t you just be alone with me for a moment?" Mo Xiao asked, grabbing her wrist and looking at her with a wronged expression.

Su Mo’s eyes crinkled into a smile. "Alright, then you turn around."

"What? Are you feeling guilty, wife? Is that why you can’t face me?"

"...What do I have to feel guilty about!" Su Mo dug out a glob of ointment and smeared it haphazardly on him.