Ji Muhan's eyelashes trembled slightly. With lightning speed, she covered Mo Qing's exposed right shoulder with her arm and pulled her into her embrace.

Fortunately, Shen Shaolin was quick-witted. He only froze for less than ten seconds before taking a deep breath upon seeing their ambiguous posture. When he saw Ji Muhan glaring at him, he immediately changed his tune, "We've come to the wrong place. You two continue, continue. We can't see anything."

After saying that, he thoughtfully closed the door for them.

Qi Guang and his companions, looking utterly incredulous, were patted on the shoulder by Shen Shaolin and mechanically lined up to leave Ji Muhan's door.

The two people in the room stared at each other in silence for more than ten seconds, neither of them saying a word.

In the small room, the only sound was their uneven breathing; you could hear even a needle falling to the ground.

Mo Qing's heart was pounding faster and faster, so fast that she thought it was going to jump out of her chest, but she still blinked innocently and mischievously, poking his waist and asking him, "Don't you need to explain?"

Judging from his teammates' expressions, they've likely already imagined some things, things that she'd certainly like to see...

Sure enough, Ji Muhan, who was ticklish, reacted strangely again, his slightly flushed expression making Mo Qing want to pounce on him and devour him completely.

But Ji Muhan quickly composed himself, maintaining his aloof and unapproachable expression, and he clearly saw Mo Qing's heart fluttering with desire.

Without a word, Ji Muhan calmly picked her up and placed her on his bed, moving with utmost care to avoid hurting her injured foot. Uncharacteristically, he asked her, "What do you need to explain if there's nothing wrong?"

Mo Qing smiled brightly. There were advantages to not explaining, of course; she didn't care what others thought anyway.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on him, and before he could stand up, she grabbed his right hand, preventing him from leaving.

His cool fingers felt nice to touch, and they unconsciously rubbed together. His soft, cute voice sounded more like a coquettish plea, "Hanhan, does this mean you're acknowledging our relationship?"

The moment she first saw Ji Muhan, she knew he was like a glacier, a snow lotus on the snowy plateau—she could only look at him but couldn't pluck him, at least not yet. But she still wanted to try.

I still want to try every possible way to get into his heart...

Ji Muhan's eyes flickered slightly, but she maintained her bent-over posture, standing a centimeter away from her nose, her lips pressed tightly together indifferently, without uttering a word.

The unique fragrance emanating from the girl's bath wafted over, momentarily stunning him.

Seeing that he remained silent, Mo Qing's smile deepened. Without pressuring him, she abruptly changed the subject, "By the way, I want to eat meat."

Mo Qing, the spoiled brat, is back at it again. You know, if it weren't for Han Han being by her side, she wouldn't want to eat those compressed biscuits and the like.

Now that they're no longer in the woods, she won't force herself to suffer.

Ji Muhan's eyes glanced almost imperceptibly over her delicate, full lips, then she looked up and said, "Mm."

This can be considered as fulfilling her request.

"Hanhan, don't you want to kiss me?" Mo Qing naturally noticed Ji Muhan's gaze lingering on her lips. Although it lasted less than two seconds, she still managed to catch it. She smiled sweetly and said each word clearly.

“…I don’t want to.” Ji Muhan’s eyes were slightly cold, and his heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he shook off her hand. That subtle and flustered emotion caught him off guard. These past two days, whenever he had even the slightest close contact with her, he would have this strange feeling.

This feeling of not being able to come out, yet never having experienced it before, left him feeling at a loss as to where to begin.

Mo Qing fell down, complaining with a wronged expression, "Ouch, it hurts so much! Hanhan, how could you be so cruel as to drop such a delicate girl like me? My foot seems to hurt even more now."

"Hanhan, it really hurts, I'm not lying to you."

Ji Muhan's eyelashes trembled slightly. Even though she knew that her delicate demeanor was probably just an act, she still couldn't help but lean down to look.

A mischievous glint flashed in Mo Qing's eyes. With lightning speed, she hooked her arm around his neck, pulled him down, and brushed her lips against his fair cheek.

Ji Muhan's eyes flickered slightly, and a thought crossed her mind. She remained silent and let her do as she pleased.

Mo Qing stared directly at him without any hesitation, a captivating smile playing on her lips. She said, each word distinct, "Hanhan, do you really dare to say you have absolutely no feelings for me?"

She wanted to force him to reveal his true feelings. If she had only suspected him before, she was now quite certain.

The fleeting, complex emotion in his eyes clearly betrayed a hint of annoyance at being exposed.

Mo Qing, with an innocent and naive expression, coaxed, "Hanhan, I know it's hard for you not to be attracted to a pretty girl like me, so even if you admit it, no one will laugh at you. Besides, you haven't lost. Anyway, I was the one who fell for you first."

"Moreover, I will always like you much more than you like me, and you will always be invincible."

"So, Ji Muhan, I like you. Shall we... give it a try?" Mo Qing's voice trembled slightly, clearly showing her unease, and her eyes held an expectation she didn't usually have.

This was the second time she had formally confessed her feelings to him like this. Even though she was bold and carefree, she still felt a little flustered and afraid of being rejected by him again...

In the quiet, unassuming room, Mo Qing's voice, though not loud, was exceptionally clear, each word reaching Ji Muhan's ears with perfect clarity.

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