Mo Chenyu grasped Mo Ting's hand again, then quickly released it; there was no warmth or softness in it.

Mo Ting felt a little uneasy at his series of actions: "Father-in-law, what are you doing?"

He was afraid when she grabbed his hand for no reason.

...Waaaaah...

Mo Chenyu shook his head in disappointment: "I'm not doing anything. You can go out now. I need to rest for a while."

He's really obsessed. It's just that his hands are a little softer than others. The world is full of wonders. Some men are rugged, some are delicate. Some women have masculine features, and naturally some men have feminine features.

He's just a tall and somewhat handsome boy; he's probably too tired and is overthinking things.

Bian Lan returned to her room, lay on the bed, and couldn't help but let her mind wander. She fell asleep while thinking about these things.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and sunlight streamed through the window onto Bian Lan's face, making her small face appear even more delicate and fair.

...

"What are you trying to do? Sir, this is a scholar, and Mo Ting is still outside! You can't do this!"

Bian Lan backed away while clutching her chest and uttering warning words.

Mo Chenyu pressed on relentlessly, pushing his luck: "Oh, of course Mo Ting has to stay outside. What if someone comes in if he doesn't guard it? Lan'er, don't you think so?"

Bian Lan said in a tearful voice, "You can't talk to me like that."

Mo Chenyu asked with interest, "What can't I do for you?"

Bian Lan was speechless, utterly speechless: "You...you...you are truly shameless."