As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, a thought flashing through his mind—

There was one more thing he almost forgot.

Just last night, around midnight, when Yun Qingluo was talking to him, she seemed to intentionally or unintentionally mention an important piece of information: she had left herself a special gift.

What could it be? I wonder what gift Luo Luo will give me.

Curiosity surged into my mind instantly, but my memory was somewhat hazy.

After some effort to recall, I finally remembered that Yun Qingluo had mentioned placing the gift in a small drawer of the dressing table.

He temporarily abandoned his plans to go out and turned to walk towards the dressing table.

This is the first time this year that Luo Luo has prepared a gift for herself.

Mo Beichen approached the place that might hold a surprise step by step, his excitement growing stronger.

Gently pull open the drawer, and a small and exquisite box comes into view.

It lay there quietly, emitting a faint glow, as if telling him a story.

Filled with joy and doubt, he slowly reached out and touched the box...

Mo Beichen opened the box.

"Luo Luo actually wrote a letter to herself?" Mo Beichen was secretly surprised, his previously dull eyes instantly brightening.

His face also revealed an undisguised joy.

But then, as if suddenly remembering something, a barely perceptible hint of resistance flashed in his eyes.

Luo Luo's calligraphy was so elegant and flowing...

However, at this moment, Mo Beichen's deep love for Yun Qingluo ultimately triumphed over everything.

He frowned deeply, gritted his teeth, and resolutely took out the letter.

The moment the letter was unfolded, the all-too-familiar handwriting pierced Mo Beichen's eyes like an incomparably sharp sword, causing him a piercing pain.

He instinctively closed his eyes, then took a few deep breaths. After calming down a bit, he reopened his eyes, composed himself, and began to carefully read every word in the letter.

“…There is a nine-mile stretch of mountain forest.” Mo Beichen read the last sentence of the letter softly, while repeatedly savoring the entire sentence in his mind.

Mo Beichen thought to himself: This place...

I seem to have some recollection of it, but where exactly is it?

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Why did Luo Luo send her to that mysterious place?

Could there be some unknown secret or treasure hidden there?

Upon thinking about this, Mo Beichen's curiosity was completely aroused.

He began to imagine the various scenes that place might look like.

However, all of this is just speculation.

The real answer will only be revealed when he sets foot on that land himself.

At this moment, Mo Beichen felt both excited and nervous, eager to unveil the mystery of that place and find out what was going on.

Mo Beichen gently closed the envelope, then slowly walked to Yun Qingluo's side.

He gazed quietly at her serene face; in her sleep, she resembled a delicate, vibrant flower, exuding a captivating fragrance.

Seeing Yun Qingluo's adorable and charming appearance, Mo Beichen couldn't help but feel a strong impulse.

He couldn't help but lower his head and gently place another kiss on her cheek.

However, at that moment, Yun Qingluo seemed to sense the strangeness on her face, frowned slightly, and swung her little hand to slap him hard.

"Um... Little Yi, stop fooling around, I want to sleep."

Yun Qinglu mumbled incoherently, turned over, and continued to drift off into a sweet dream.

At this very moment, Xiao Yi, who was hiding in the system and silently observing everything, witnessed the entire process of Mo Beichen being beaten. She was so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe loudly, fearing that she would be killed by Mo Beichen for revealing her aura.

Mo Beichen touched his burning cheek, where a bright red handprint was clearly visible.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

However, when he saw Yun Qingluo turn around and continue sleeping soundly without caring at all, a ripple of emotion stirred in his heart.

"Xiao Yi? Does that mean Xiao Yi can kiss me like this?"

A scene suddenly flashed into Mo Beichen's mind, instantly igniting a fire of jealousy within him, and even giving him an impulse to immediately kill Xiao Yi.

However, reason ultimately prevailed over emotion. He took a deep breath and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Yun Qingluo suddenly felt a chill creep over her.

She instinctively burrowed into the warm blankets, trying to find more comfort and warmth.

At this moment, Mo Beichen, who had been silently guarding the side, keenly noticed Yun Qingluo's subtle movements.

He immediately came to his senses and quickly concealed his presence, afraid of disturbing her.

Then she gently walked to the bedside and carefully tidied the blankets for Yun Qingluo, making sure she could sleep peacefully.

After doing all this, Mo Beichen gazed quietly at Yun Qingluo's serene face.

Luo Luo, you can only belong to me...

Even in first grade, absolutely not!

Mo Beichen slowly turned and left, leaving behind a silence.

After Mo Beichen left, Xiao Yi, who had been extremely nervous, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Beichen's stern and oppressive gaze had truly terrified him, but now it seemed he was safe for the time being.

"My goodness, I'm never teasing this little devil again. People talk in their sleep and it's sweet, but hers is like an executioner!"

Xiao Yi took a deep breath and muttered to himself, feeling a bit scared.

Fortunately, it had no physical form, otherwise Mo Beichen would have immediately given himself a quick death.

Xiao Yi sighed and went back into the pharmacy.

When Mo Beichen went out, Feng Tianxing, Wuming, and Luo Xiuran were already waiting in the courtyard.

"Oh dear, finally willing to leave the gentle embrace..." Before Wuming could finish his complaint, he felt a powerful internal force rushing towards him.

He quickly picked up his teacup, stood up from his seat, and slipped aside.

The chair he had just been sitting on instantly turned to dust under the powerful attack of internal force.

Wuming took a deep breath and glared angrily at Mo Beichen, who had already walked up to him.

Mo Beichen gestured for her to shut up. "Luo Luo is still sleeping. Don't disturb her. Let's talk outside."

He finished speaking in a low voice and then walked out of the courtyard first.

Seeing Mo Beichen leave, Feng Tianxing immediately followed.

Wuming was furious. He pointed at himself, then at Mo Beichen, and looked at Luo Xiuran, who was watching the show from the side.

Just as he was about to complain, another gust of wind carrying internal force swept in. He shut his mouth, angrily dodged it, and walked out of the courtyard.

A horse-drawn carriage was already parked outside the courtyard gate.

Mo Beichen gave Feng Tianxing an address and then got into the carriage.

Seeing Mo Beichen's hurried appearance, Wuming and Luo Xiuran assumed that something had happened to the forces at the First Pavilion again, so they quickened their pace to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and climbed inside.