Ji Muhan glanced at her and said indifferently, "Aren't you ashamed to say that? Who cut their hand while catching a rabbit just now?"

Mo Qing immediately shut up.

She was indeed very excited when she pounced on the rabbit.

As night fell, truly under the stars and moon, the lake shimmered under the gentle moonlight, a truly enchanting sight.

Mo Qing was wearing his military uniform jacket, holding a rabbit in her arms. He still left one for her, indulging her pretentious sentimentality.

She stroked the rabbit's fur while staring at Ji Muhan.

Ji Muhan was so beautiful in the firelight that it was outrageous!

With the top button of his military-style shirt undone and the sleeves rolled up at his elbows, he was intently flipping a rabbit, his eyes slightly unfocused, exuding a carefree, dashing, and incredibly handsome aura!

She was completely different from the aloof and unapproachable Ji Muhan she usually knew.

"Here, you can eat now."

Ji Muhan handed her a rabbit leg.

Mo Qing took it delicately and took a bite. Delicious! She took another bite.

Ji Muhan watched her bites and couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile. "What a delicate little thing. It only tastes good when there's wine and you're taking big bites."

She never expected that Ji Muhan, who was always aloof and reserved, would say something so unrestrained and free-spirited.

Mo Qing lowered her hand and sat up straight.

"There's no wine here, but if there were, I'd put a rabbit leg in my mouth if you wanted."

At this moment, with a rabbit leg in her right hand and a live rabbit in her left, and looking so serious, it was both strange and funny.

Ji Muhan placed the grilled portion down for her, stretched his leg slightly, took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his military trousers, shook it, and then took one out with his mouth. He bent slightly, lit it by the flame, and took a drag! —The whole sequence was truly captivating. So cool!

Mo Qing, holding a rabbit leg in one hand and a live rabbit in the other, sidled up next to him and sat down.

"I also want to try the taste of cigarettes."

Mo Qingying's eyes, especially captivating in the moonlight, gazed at him with a smile, as adorable as the rabbit on her lap. "It's really quite sweet."

Ji Muhan then reached out and hugged her, turned her head and smiled as she kissed her eyes, whispering in her ear, "How about you stay with me in the capital for the next two days? I'll take you hunting."

Mo Qing straightened her neck and asked him excitedly, "Is it a real gun?"

Ji Muhan patted her bottom, "A fake gun is for shooting sparrows." Then, she picked her up and put her in the driver's seat.

Mo Qingxin carefully put the red leather bag back into the box, placed it in the back seat, and while fastening her seatbelt, said, "I've also shot sparrows before, but not with a gun, but with arrows. I'm a very accurate shooter." She then pulled the gear shift in a stylish manner.

Ji Muhan leaned back comfortably in her chair. "You can use arrows this time, feel free to try them out."

Mo Qing nodded, quite excited, "Then I'll try them all. Do we keep the prey after we shoot it?"

Ji Muhan was both amused and exasperated. "You're already thinking about taking credit before even going to the battlefield. That's unacceptable."

Mo Qing chuckled sheepishly. She focused on driving.

This weekend, her parents were both away from home, so Mo Qing let loose and was well under Ji Muhan's watchful eye.

She suddenly thought of something and looked up suspiciously, "Wait, don't you need to go back to the army?"

"It's holiday time." Ji Muhan smiled calmly.

"Oh." Mo Qing blinked. She didn't ask him why the holiday started a few days early, because she was afraid of hearing a reason she didn't want to hear. So, she decided to leave it at that.

At least, she could unilaterally believe that he stayed for her sake!

Ji Muhan's apartment in Beijing wasn't particularly large, just a three-bedroom, one-living-room unit of about 200 square meters. Ji Muhan personally cooked her a bowl of egg noodles, which Mo Qing had specifically requested; she insisted on having noodles. She had been too busy looking at all the delicious food in the house to think about her stomach.

Ji Muhan was only wearing a military-style shirt at home, and the belt on her military pants was off. However, her waist was cinched at her flat stomach, the shirt sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and two buttons on her shirt were undone, yet she looked incredibly sexy.

The room had raised floorboards and was heated. Mo Qing was barefoot, wearing only a shirt tucked into her trousers, and sat cross-legged on the floor. She had unbuttoned three buttons on her shirt for style, and rolled up her sleeves at the elbows.

Ji Muhan was worried that she would catch a cold, so she told her to put on her socks, but she refused. Left with no other option, Ji Muhan turned the heating up a bit.

From now on, as long as Mo Qing lives here, she can run around the house without wearing socks. Her family has always lived in an apartment building, and the air in Beijing is humid, so there's no way she can run around so freely in this stilted house.

Ji Muhan later had to add more radiators to the ridge, just in case she caught a cold.

This house has undergone a lot of renovations for her sake. Ji Muhan is such a refined and elegant person; each room has its own unique taste.

Once Mo Qing invaded, her scent was everywhere. Mo Qing wasn't a very tidy girl; although it wasn't exactly messy, she was forgetful and would forget where she put things in the blink of an eye.

Later, Ji Muhan even set aside a room specifically for her clothes. Firstly, she had a lot of clothes, and secondly, she just left them lying around.

Anyway, Ji Muhan could always find her underwear, socks, and scarves in his military uniform locker.

Once, Ji Muhan specially washed her scarves, counting them—almost twenty in total—and the yard was covered in red and green hues from the sun. Meanwhile, Mo Qing, barefoot, sat on a ladder eating an apple, laughing hysterically.

The girl's bad habit of walking around the house barefoot, seemingly disliking wearing shoes, could not be corrected in the end. Every time he did this, she would pout and become unhappy, giving him the silent treatment.

However, Mo Qing has one excellent quality: no matter how angry she gets, she won't stay angry for long. At most, when she gets angry, she'll just glare at him and then say softly, "I don't want to talk to you for the next two days because we had a fight."

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