In the ancient-style bedroom, only a small lamp was on at the head of the bed. Zhang Moyan was half lying on the pillow, her fingertips lightly touching the screen of her mobile phone. She turned a page of the novel she was reading, and she felt more and more bored. The author had dragged on for more than ten chapters for the same plot, and there were obvious signs of water injection. After reading for a long time, nothing left a memorable impression in her mind.

She exited the novel app, and the lock screen showed that it was already three in the morning and Xiao Xingyu had not returned yet.

At 10 o'clock, he said he was going out for a walk, but he ended up being gone for four or five hours. Zhang Moyan left him a message, but received a simple reply saying he had something to do and told her to go to bed. The message implied he wasn't in a position to talk, so Zhang Moyan didn't ask any further questions.

An hour ago, some lights suddenly lit up in the front yard, and then people could be heard vaguely. The whole atmosphere seemed to indicate what had happened.

But no one came to inform her what to do. The matter should have nothing to do with her. With her personality, she naturally would not take the initiative to ask anything, so she just waited in bed for Xiao Xingyu to come back.

After stuffing the phone under the pillow, Zhang Moyan heard footsteps on the stairs. She lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed. Before she took a few steps, the door was pushed open.

"Xingyu..." Zhang Moyan didn't know if it was her illusion, but Xiao Xingyu's condition seemed to be a little wrong again. He was exhausted with a faint loneliness, and his eyes were drooping.

Zhang Moyan held his arm and asked softly, "What happened?"

Xiao Xingyu looked at him blankly without answering, like a bullied child. Suddenly, he leaned over and slowly hugged her, and the half-closed door gently closed behind him.

After lying silently on his shoulder for a while, Zhang Moyan moved away slightly and wanted to look up at his expression, but he pressed his big hand on her head and pressed her into his arms.

"It seems a bit noisy outside, should we go check it out?"

"No need," Xiao Xingyu buried his head in her hair, "Don't worry about it, I just came from there."

"...What's wrong?" Zhang Moyan put her hands on his back and hugged him: "Tell me."

Xiao Xingyu remained silent for a while before speaking: "Mu Mu is the murderer... The one who took Grandpa's notes and harmed Lin Yin was Mu Mu."

Zhang Moyan was stunned for a moment, very surprised, but this surprise was far less than Xiao Xingyu's depression, which made her want to pay attention. She could feel that Mu Mu's murderer had brought some kind of huge blow to Xiao Xingyu.

Not knowing what to say to comfort Xiao Xingyu, Zhang Moyan put her arm around his back, patted him twice, and hugged him tighter. With this hug, she felt Xiao Xingyu suddenly lose his strength, and all his weight fell on her. Zhang Moyan couldn't help but step back a few steps, and the two of them lay directly on the bed in this position.

Zhang Moyan whimpered and carefully held his right hand to ensure it wouldn't get damaged.

In their private space, Xiao Xingyu's dark eyes met hers. After a moment's silence, he asked, "Mo Yan, can I ever develop azure glaze in my lifetime?"

His tone was light and the question was simple, but it was very sudden and serious.

Zhang Moyan's body and mind were consumed by Xiao Xingyu's presence, and her heart ached at his unsure question. Xiao Xingyu didn't want to say more. She didn't know what had happened tonight, but she believed it must have had a significant impact.

"I don't know if you can figure it out," Zhang Moyan stared at Xiao Xingyu intently, raising her hand to gently push away the strands of hair that were blocking his brows, her lips raised softly, "But I know that if you can't figure it out, no one else can either."

The lamp at the head of the bed was dim, shining on Zhang Moyan's cheek like the afterglow of the setting sun.

Xiao Xingyu's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his gaze stayed on her face for a long time. His heart suddenly felt as if a bowl of hot soup was poured into it, warming it so much. The chill he brought back from outside immediately dissipated because of Zhang Moyan's words.

Zhang Moyan held his extremely handsome face and confessed, "No matter what time it is, I will always support you."

Xiao Xingyu's eyes suddenly regained their brilliance. He paused, sighed and smiled slightly, lowered his head, and kissed Zhang Moyan's rosy lips: "Moyan, I'm so lucky to meet you!"

Zhang Moyan blushed awkwardly. This should be her line, right? Compared to someone as outstanding as Xiao Xingyu, she was really too ordinary. They could still be together. She often asked herself if she was dreaming.

"Mo Yan, why did grandpa look for you before?" Xiao Xingyu asked suddenly.

Zhang Moyan was about to speak when Xiao Xingyu insisted, "Tell me the truth. Mu Mu said that Grandpa didn't sleep in the study all night after talking to you."

"Really?" Zhang Moyan was very surprised. Was it so serious that he didn't sleep for a night?

Recalling briefly, she said truthfully, "Mr. Xiao said I resembled his deceased brother, and our personalities were very similar! He showed me many photos of him and told me some stories from the past. That day, I did feel that Mr. Xiao was particularly melancholy. Perhaps the sight of him reminded him of someone who had passed away, bringing back memories of him... Xingyu, did I do something wrong?"

Xiao Xingyu closed his eyes and said, "No, don't think about it."

It turned out that grandpa was looking for Mo Yan because of this, so it was understandable that he couldn't sleep that night. It was a pity that this uncle passed away when Xiao Xingyu was three years old. Xiao Xingyu had no way of knowing whether his personality was very similar to Zhang Mo Yan's. If so, he would definitely like her very much.

"Mo Yan, does your stomach still hurt?" Xiao Xingyu asked, as if trying to divert Zhang Mo Yan's attention.

"Oh, it doesn't hurt anymore. I just took an ibuprofen, so it doesn't hurt anymore."

Xiao Xingyu frowned slightly and asked, "Can I take painkillers while preparing for pregnancy?"

Zhang Moyan’s first reaction: Ah, I don’t know, probably 80% of it won’t work!

Second reaction: Preparing for pregnancy? ...How could they be preparing for pregnancy? They're still dating, right? How could they just skip marriage and start planning for pregnancy?

My face was quietly getting hot.

At this moment, Xiao Xingyu completely crouched down like a big dog: "Mo Yan, am I pressing you too hard?"

Zhang Moyan was actually a little breathless, and... it seemed too tight. However, she didn't seem to have any sexual intentions, so of course she had to stay calm. (Ask yourself, is it too small? There are B+ ones!)

"It's okay, not heavy." Zhang Moyan said generously.

"Well, you look so comfortable," Xiao Xingyu's voice was tired in her neck, "Then I'll sleep like this, I'm a little tired..."

What?

Zhang Moyan widened her eyes in shock behind Xiao Xingyu where he couldn't see.

"Let me hold you for a few more hours." Xiao Xingyu said pitifully, reaching out and dragging a pillow from the side to put under Zhang Moyan's head, smiling at her and turning off the bedside lamp.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－

Xiao Xingyu: I have to keep my wife oily, every second counts!

The author put his hands on his hips: I told my readers yesterday that the storyline of Ruzhou was over, but you took advantage of me and the storyline of this chapter hasn’t left Ruzhou yet!

Xiao Xingyu glanced and said: What does it matter? As long as everyone likes to read it, who would care about what you, an unknown author, have to say!

Author's Ten-Finger Dragon Claw Hand: Just wait...!