I could only let the itchy feeling continue.

Mo Xiaoqing put her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and stared straight at him. "And you?"

Okay, that's how straightforward and unvarnished the opening remarks are.

It seemed that every time the little girl met him, she was telling him how much she missed him.

This left Ji Muhan speechless for a moment.

A slight blush crept onto his jade-like face, and he coughed lightly, covering his mouth.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd heard her say these things, each time I listened, I felt a strange ripple in my heart, like a pebble being thrown into a lake, creating waves.

She noticed with her sharp eyes that his ears were bright red, revealing a purity he didn't usually display, as if he had acquired the appearance of a young boy experiencing first love.

"I know how you feel about me, Hanhan, it's okay, I'm willing to spoil you anyway."

Mo Xiaoqing had that knowing look on her face that said, "I know you're shy."

He was used to the little girl's dramatic behavior; she seemed to enjoy doing it from time to time—complaining, feigning grievance, acting pitiful, or occasionally saying something nonsensical.

However, she has never actually gotten angry; the little girl's temper is actually quite easy to appease.

He is gradually realizing that he seems reluctant to see her suffer, even if sometimes the reason for her suffering is that he wants to correct her bad habits.

Even though I know she's faking it, or sometimes it's only half true, I still can't bear to see her upset.

He thought this must be a kind of illness too.

But he didn't want to be cured...

Aren't you cold?

Mo Xiaoqing shook her head like a rattle drum.

A woman dresses up for the man she loves.

Even if she really wanted to listen to Ji Muhan, the thought of going out wrapped up like a dumpling made her feel incredibly embarrassed.

She can be completely unconcerned about her appearance and appearance at home, but when she's with him, she seems unable to do anything about it.

Sometimes, they would even spend half an hour beforehand picking out clothes to compare which ones looked good and which ones didn't.

Like that day, she spent almost a whole hour choosing an outfit, but in the end, it all came to nothing…

There was no amazing reaction as I had imagined; instead, I made a complete mess of things.

Fortunately, she's not one to hold grudges; even if she loses face big time, she'll be fine after a day.

He sighed helplessly.

In fact, he knew that the little girl wouldn't completely heed his words, or treat them as gospel.

However, he thought this little girl must be quite sensitive to the cold, but he never expected her to be so obsessed with beauty that she would rather be cold than wear more clothes.

He seemed to have prepared in advance this time, perhaps anticipating that she wouldn't come out wearing too many clothes, so he was carrying a coat in his hand.

With a calm and composed expression, he draped the coat over her shoulders, and then, with practiced ease and meticulous care, buttoned it up for her.

Xiao Qing, draped in her military overcoat, grinned smugly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

Actually, isn't this a kind of progress? At least now he always thinks of himself.

I'm worried that I might get cold and not want to wear too many clothes.

So, if you prepare a few clothes to take with you when you go out, it will become a habit over time. Caring for her is one thing, worrying about her is another, and finally, keeping her in your heart is yet another.

Love doesn't happen overnight; it always takes time.

If you can make it a habit for him, then winning his heart will be inevitable.

You can't blame her for being too calculating, because Ji Muhan is different from others, so she has to consider some things if she wants to win his heart.

Is your neck cold?

His voice carried a subtle hint of gentleness.

Mo Xiaoqing shook her head and answered him honestly, "It's not very cold."

Mo Xiaoqing didn't tie her hair up today; it was just loosely draped over her back.

His hair was black, shiny, and smooth, exceptionally soft, and reached his waist in length.

It was actually alright, but his fingers were a little cold, so when they touched her neck, she instinctively shrank back.

However, he was too observant, so he noticed her subtle movement.

"Lower your head."

The simple two words made her reflexively lower her head slightly, making it easier for Ji Muhan to wrap the scarf around him.

The black and white checkered scarf didn't quite suit her aesthetic sense, but just thinking that it was a scarf taken from Ji Muhan's neck and still carried the warmth of his body made her feel warm inside.

The warmth slowly seeped into his heart from her neck.

Just like him, without any warning, he suddenly entered her heart and irresistibly took over her entire being.

Ji Muhan's gaze lingered on Mo Xiaoqing's small, delicate, and slightly red ears for a few seconds.

His gaze swept over her earlobe, which was blushing slightly, as casually as a feather. After that brief, fleeting glance, he showed no further reaction and calmly looked away.

A ripple of emotion stirred within him, but on the surface he remained impassive, just like his personality—aloof and detached.

Nothing could move him even slightly.

After tightly wrapping the scarf around Mo Xiaoqing's neck, Ji Muhan slowly withdrew his hand. His long, beautiful fingers inadvertently touched her earlobe, and the slightly cool touch made Mo Xiaoqing subconsciously shrink his neck.

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