Ji Muhan, “…”

He looked meaningfully at Mo Qing's face; her skin was fair and delicate, and she was exquisitely beautiful.

But her face... is about to turn into a steamed bun!

The girl's face wasn't the currently popular oval face; it was a round face. However, her features were exceptionally beautiful, and her skin was fair and delicate. She looked like a pretty little girl.

So it doesn't make people feel fat; on the contrary, it makes them itch to pinch it.

Mo Qing blinked, then added, "And stinky tofu! I want to eat stinky tofu!"

Ji Muhan, “…No way! What kind of aesthetic sense is this? Stinky tofu?”

He felt...unbearable just thinking about that name.

The things the girl wanted to eat were just like her personality—quirky and unpredictable, completely different from what he had imagined…

His mother was a traditional heiress, dignified and the epitome of the matriarch favored by wealthy and powerful families.

However, because of her gentle and virtuous nature, she was destined not to do anything too outrageous. So even though her feelings for her father were initially burning brightly, she didn't know how to express them. Her father, on the other hand, felt that his mother was too conventional and boring, unlike the more uninhibited women outside...

This also led to the father becoming increasingly demanding and doing whatever he wanted, treating the mother almost like she was invisible and showing no regard for her feelings at all!

Mo Qing and her mother have completely different personalities. She is cheerful and loves to laugh, has a pair of particularly beautiful and lively eyes, and her quirky nature always leaves people helpless.

She was so cheerful, like a blazing fire, surrounding him completely and melting his hardened heart before he even realized it.

"I just want to eat it." Mo Qing shrank her neck, pretending to be frightened. Her pitiful, seeking-comfort eyes were quite amusing.

Ji Muhan's eyes flickered, but her expression remained unchanged as she responded with a faint "Oh."

Even though she knew perfectly well that her personality was restless, she still couldn't help but soften her heart. Ji Muhan began to wonder if she had a disease.

And the name of that illness is that he can't see Mo Qing and pretends to be wronged and pitiful...

"You don't love me anymore, do you?" Mo Qing pouted, speaking in a very aggrieved tone, acting unreasonably.

Ji Muhan, “…” In her opinion, when had he ever loved her?

"I want to eat!" Mo Qing pleaded and begged for food!

In the end, Ji Muhan still bought the stinky tofu she had been longing for, but after she finished eating it, Ji Muhan almost wouldn't let her get close to him!

Forget about the hugs and kisses she imagined; that would be like—a real-life experience!

Mo Qing was filled with regret...

The next day

Ji Muhan kept his promise and took her out to play.

In a truly self-cultivating moment, the two of them lay down in front of a wild lily of the valley, quietly listening to him talk about the lily of the valley's ecological habits, varieties, history, and medicinal uses.

Taking advantage of the best sunlight reflecting off the sun, Mo Qing pressed the shutter! Ji Muhan lay on her back, shielding the lens of her snowboard with her hand to check the results of her shot.

The photo turned out well; I gave her an appreciative smile.

Mo Qing was overjoyed and leaned on him to look at the lily of the valley again. As she gazed at it, she became lost in thought and daydreamed.

When a man, especially one with such striking good looks, is willing to use his knowledge, insights, and enjoyment of life to wholeheartedly and attentively teach you, so that you can savor and appreciate life together with him.

How could Mo Qing not be so tempted that she was about to get drunk?

Mo Qing spent her time happily on the ship, filled with surprise, intoxication, lingering, and reflection.

The sun had set, and the off-road vehicle stopped in a clearing at the foot of the mountain. It was a nice spot, with a lake nearby.

Mo Qing sensed that he was very familiar with this place. Upon asking, she learned that it was his "private plot" where Ji Muhan often came to "hide his talents and bide his time." Hehe, this was where the male god meditated.

Ji Muhan took her to catch two more wild rabbits, then they gathered branches and stones to build a fire and roasted the rabbits to eat.

They came from the special forces, so "wilderness survival" was a piece of cake for them. Mo Qing held the two lively rabbit ears and watched Ji Muhan, who had taken off her military jacket and rolled up her shirt sleeves, bustling around efficiently.

She was being coy, blinking her beautiful eyes, "This rabbit looks so pitiful, let's not eat it."

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy; please do not reproduce it!