Ji Muhan paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the two dolls with a deep intensity, her cold eyes seemingly conveying an aura that threatened to tear them apart...

(Two dolls: trembling with fear...)

Mo Xiaoqing turned around with a cute and adorable expression and said to him, "Oh well, no matter how much I tell you, you won't understand. Girls always have more things to carry. Besides, it's not like I'm only staying here for two days and then not going back."

The girl's soft, sweet voice, spoken with clear and melodious pronunciation, flowed gently through his heart like a clear spring—pleasant to hear, yet irresistible.

Ji Muhan's brows softened, and the corners of her mouth lifted. "You've certainly thought things through long-term."

"Of course, since we'll have to move again eventually, I might as well move more now so I won't have to keep looking for clothes."

"..."

Should he praise her for her foresight, or should he praise her for pushing her luck...?

Mo Xiaoqing had almost finished tidying up and pursed her lips with satisfaction, smiling as she turned to say a few words to Ji Muhan, who had been sitting alone for a long time.

Then they discovered that he had an extra book in his hand.

For some reason, her eyelids suddenly twitched several times. "Hanhan, what book are you holding?"

Ji Muhan paused for a moment, then honestly told her, "I just grabbed it. Oh, I took it from your bed, and put it next to your pillow."

“I never thought Momo would like this kind of tone,” Ji Muhan said with a faint smile, reciting clearly, “A woman imprisoned in the attic?”

"For example, this one, 'Imprisoned Girl? Innocent Girl Turns into a Hot Girl?'"

With each additional word he spoke, Mo Xiaoqing lowered her head further, and, whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that with each additional word he spoke, the gaze above her grew increasingly intense.

It seemed they wanted nothing more than to execute her on the spot and devour her alive...

"..."

My God, why not just give her a piece of tofu and let her smash her head against it to death...

Mo Xiaoqing forced a stiff smile, quickly snatched the stack of books back from his hands, and said, trying to cover up her lie, "Actually, these books were left here by my roommate."

"Oh, I see."

"..." What do you know?!

Actually, I'm not very interested in these kinds of books.

Ji Muhan nodded, unusually good-natured, "I understand."

Mo Xiaoqing held back for a moment, "..."

Ji Muhan seemed unwilling to let her off so easily, a deep glint flashing in her eyes. "Momo, even if you have such heavy tastes, I won't mind. There's no need to try to cover it up like this. After all... no matter what you become, I will still like you."

Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that when Ji Muhan said those words, her gaze swept quickly over the stack of books in her hands with a meaningful look, as if there was some unfathomable depth to it.

Mo Xiaoqing closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"So, how long do you plan to stay this vacation?"

"I don't know yet."

Ji Muhan spoke without any emotion, as if she had long been used to this situation.

"I forgot to ask, didn't you say it's rare to get time off?"

Curious?

"Give me a kiss." Ji Muhan forced her onto the ladder between the bunk beds, bracing his hands on the railings to surround her with an undeniable aura, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Give me a kiss, and I'll tell you."

Mo Xiaoqing opened her eyes wide, this time silently asking him, "How could you make such a request?"

Actually, she wasn't unwilling; she was just a little surprised.

In my memory, Ji Muhan had never been so direct before…

Ji Muhan's heart stirred, and her right hand unconsciously covered her cheek. Her face was as delicate as a newborn baby's, and her thumb felt particularly comfortable touching it.

He had only intended to touch her briefly and then pull back, but now he was reluctant to do so, and kept rubbing her face with his index finger and thumb.

The movements were gentle and tender.

A dark glint flickered in his eyes, like a lurking beast, its imposing presence suggesting it wanted to devour her whole at any moment…

She felt a sense of inexplicable danger...

That intense gaze made her feel that Ji Muhan was not the unattainable, ethereal being she usually was, but rather like prey being targeted by a hunter.

Mo Xiaoqing blinked and reflexively took a step back, but—

The tactile sensation of the iron railings behind her clearly reminded her that she had nowhere left to retreat…

Don't you want to know?

Ji Muhan smiled.

His voice was deep, mellow, and captivating, but Mo Xiaoqing's gaze lingered on his thin lips, their vibrant color remarkably like a cherry, silently tempting her.

The Ji Muhan before him was no longer the aloof and ethereal god; he seemed to be a demon capable of shaking one's mind, luring him step by step into an abyss, making him ingest the world's most poisonous poison, and in the end, he willingly and gladly accepted it...

Mo Xiaoqing kissed his lips without hesitation. Just kidding, she's not the type to be shy easily!

Every time she looked at Hanhan's excessively handsome face, she couldn't help but want to kiss him, so why would she pretend to be coy and not kiss him?

For her, Ji Muhan was like Eve's temptation; even knowing he was doing it on purpose, she still willingly walked into his trap step by step, becoming his devoted follower...

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