Mo Qing smiled brightly and poked his waist, a hint of jealousy in her voice, "Hanhan is really popular!"

Just stepping out of the office, she had already received countless envious and jealous glances. Of course, she had also heard the nurses' discussions. What bothered her the most was "Hu Yan," whom Shen Shaolin had praised but whom she had never met.

She couldn't help but want to see what kind of girl could be worthy of the title "military flower"!

"Oh," Ji Muhan replied casually, and that was the end of it.

Mo Qing pursed her lips and glared at him resentfully. Anyone would be unhappy if their loved one was coveted by so many people.

What she hated most was that Ji Muhan was like a glacier; he always resolved everything with just three words, as if saying even one more word would kill him.

Doesn't he know he's unhappy?

"Hanhan, I have a question for you." Mo Qing seemed to have gotten addicted to poking him, and she was restless as she lay on his back. She poked Ji Muhan's back again and asked softly.

"." Ji Muhan's eyes were indifferent, her voice cold and indifferent, without a trace of emotion.

See, it's the same old thing, or it's just "um, oh."

Fortunately, Mo Qing wasn't surprised and asked with a bright smile, "Who is Hu Yan?"

However, if you listen carefully, you can hear a subtle emotion in her words.

"I don't know him," Ji Muhan replied without hesitation.

"Really?" Mo Qing blinked, her heart already pounding with excitement, but she pretended to be nonchalant and deliberately dragged out her words, "I've heard Hu Yan is a great beauty, are you sure you really don't know her?"

"Hmm." Ji Muhan's eyes were calm, and it was unclear whether she had noticed the jealousy in her words. "I can't remember people."

The implication is that even a great beauty has absolutely nothing to do with him.

Mo Qing blinked. Looking at Ji Muhan's calm and indifferent expression, it was indeed impossible for her to remember her. Her Hanhan couldn't remember people, so it was indeed impossible for her to remember Hu Yan.

Thinking of this, Mo Qing couldn't help but smile. She realized she had been strangely flattered; just that one sentence had made her blush.

Ji Muhan naturally heard her laughter as well, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.

She's still a girl after all; she only knows how to laugh when she's happy and put on a sullen face when she's unhappy.

"Where do we go now?" Mo Qing poked his waist again.

Ji Muhan stiffened slightly. Couldn't you speak properly? What kind of habit is it to touch me like that?

Mo Qing glanced at Ji Muhan's earlobe by chance, and immediately smiled with a mysterious and inscrutable expression.

They noticed that Ji Muhan's expression was somewhat unusual, and her ears had also turned slightly red.

"Oh, Hanhan, so you're ticklish!" Mo Qing smiled mischievously.

That lewd expression, which looked like something only a spoiled rich kid would have, appeared perfectly natural on her face, instead adding a touch of foxy cunning.

Ji Muhan's eyes flickered slightly, she frowned, and scolded in a low voice, "Behave yourself."

She persisted, pressing him relentlessly, "Hanhan, you still haven't answered my question. Are you ticklish?"

A hint of barely perceptible annoyance flashed in Ji Muhan's eyes. "...Shut up."

Mo Qing rarely saw him so embarrassed and angry. She winked mischievously and poked his waist again, making Ji Muhan blush even more.

"You're so cute!" Mo Qing said with a beaming smile, completely shameless. "I've heard people say that men who are ticklish are more affectionate towards their wives, but Hanhan, I don't feel like you're being affectionate towards me at all?"

This was the first time she had ever known that Hanhan, who seemed so aloof and reserved, was actually ticklish. This unexpected contrast was just too adorable!

“…That’s because you’re not.” Ji Muhan was speechless.

He felt helpless about his ticklishness, especially when Mo Qing teased him so mischievously, which only made his head ache more.

"If you move again, I'll throw you out, and you'll be the one who suffers." Ji Muhan's eyes darkened, and her deep, cold voice took on a barely perceptible huskiness, as if there were some hidden emotions.

Even with her injured foot, the girl didn't stay still; she always seemed so energetic, her smile as bright as the sun.

However, what frustrated and annoyed him the most was that no matter how outrageous or restless she was, he could only compromise in front of her. From initially backing down, he had now become accustomed to backing down, seemingly having no bottom line and indulging her unreasonable behavior.

He discovered this too, and that's when he started to feel a headache coming on.

Along the way, Mo Qing and Ji Muhan received a lot of attention and heard a lot of messy gossip.

Although her feet still hurt a bit, Mo Qing felt it was all worth it and was very happy; she had never been so happy before.

Even when she was admitted to Imperial University, she had never been this happy, and she knew that all of this was thanks to Ji Muhan.

She cherished every moment they spent together. She didn't know how much longer they could be together. She knew that the reason Ji Muhan hadn't sent her back was because her foot injury hadn't healed yet.

The reason he's so indulgent towards her now is mostly because he feels guilty. So, guilt is fine; she just wants to stay by his side a little longer...

About ten minutes later, Mo Qing was carried by Ji Muhan to the bottom of their dormitory building. It was still that big banyan tree. Mo Qing blinked. It was a big banyan tree that even the two of them might not be able to hug. She thought of the time a few days ago when she and Shen Shaolin were sneaking around and hiding.

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