Shen Shaolin was as if he had been frozen in a freezer, suffering greatly.

However, the person on the other end of the phone was completely unaware of the unusual situation and excitedly raised their voice, "Really?"

"Hehe, you tell him yourself." Shen Shaolin swallowed hard, suppressing his fear, and replied.

"Ji Muhan, are you there?"

"Not here." Ji Muhan coldly uttered two words.

Mo Xiaoqing, on the other end of the phone, couldn't help but laugh when she heard his words.

"Ji Muhan, I think I 'accidentally' left my phone on my seat just now," Mo Xiaoqing said somewhat guiltily.

Strangely enough, she could lie to him without batting an eye before.

Now, even though we're talking on the phone, I suddenly blushed.

That's really strange...

"Mmm." Ji Muhan lowered her eyes and responded with an ambiguous expression.

Not only did I see it, but I also ended up answering her call by accident.

"Ji Muhan, could you please bring my phone to the school gate tomorrow?"

Her soft voice sounded more like she was being coquettish.

"No." Ji Muhan refused without hesitation.

"Why?" Mo Xiaoqing's voice sounded somewhat aggrieved.

"In no mood."

Because it has nothing to do with him.

He now suspects that she may have deliberately left her phone in the car.

"Why don't you want to?" Mo Xiaoqing was not discouraged and continued to ask.

"..." Ji Muhan listened to Mo Xiaoqing's voice on the other end of the line in a cold and indifferent manner.

There's no reason why, he just doesn't want to.

"Then I'll come find you. You don't need to come over, okay?" Mo Xiaoqing seemed to be making a phone call in her dormitory, deliberately lowering her voice, which was soft and sweet.

"No."

Even the slight discomfort Ji Muhan felt during her phone call with Qiao Qian'an gradually disappeared.

It must be said that her voice is indeed very beautiful, a unique voice that can be recognized even with your eyes closed. It seems that ever since they met again at the bar, the word she has been repeating most often is her own name.

"Ji Muhan, your name is so pretty. I'll call you Hanhan from now on. It makes us seem closer, okay?"

Mo Xiaoqing's dramatic mode is back online.

“No.” Ji Muhan coldly refused.

"Hanhan, we don't have class tomorrow morning."

"..." What does this have to do with him?

The topic has come back to itself.

Ji Muhan didn't know why he was discussing such a meaningless thing with her for so long.

"Hang up." Ji Muhan's gaze darkened.

He wondered if he'd lost his mind, which was why he'd been rambling on with her for so long.

"Hanhan, have you forgotten who I am again?"

Ji Muhan's eyes involuntarily twitched, and she moved her lips, but after thinking about it, she still didn't say anything.

Forget it, even if he did, she wouldn't listen to him.

"..." Ji Muhan remained silent, cold and indifferent.

"Did I guess right?" Mo Xiaoqing's voice sounded somewhat disappointed.

"..."

"Ah, Hanhan, you've already forgotten me after just a short time?" Mo Xiaoqing clearly took his silence as an admission and complained with some grievance.

"Hanhan, we've only been apart for a short time, and you've already forgotten my name? Then... then if I stand in front of you tomorrow, will you not recognize me again?"

"..." Ji Muhan was speechless.

She was right; he really couldn't remember her face. If she stood in front of him, he wouldn't recognize her at all.

But hearing her pitiful voice, Ji Muhan almost unconsciously imagined her with teary eyes.

Therefore, even though I knew that she was mostly acting, a part of my heart still skipped a beat and unconsciously crumbled.

“I remember.” Her name.

Ji Muhan's indifferent voice contained a hint of barely perceptible compromise.

"Ah, Hanhan, you remembered me?" The person on the other end of the phone, who had been disappointed, was so surprised that their voice unconsciously rose.

"..." Hearing the little girl's undisguised joy, Shen Shaolin couldn't help but sigh:

Young lady, you are truly promising and have lofty aspirations!

Mu Han is so happy just because she remembered a name...

A subtle curve that Ji Muhan could hardly notice.

Even if he wanted to forget, it would be difficult. He's just face-blind, but for someone like her who chatters away the moment they meet...

I wonder what the person on the other end said to the little girl?

The little girl seemed to have covered the microphone, and you could only vaguely hear her reply, "I'll go to sleep in a bit."

"I'm hanging up." Ji Muhan glanced at the time and said casually.

It's almost midnight.

It's getting late.

"No, Hanhan, do you know that in the West, if someone says goodnight to another person, it means that person likes that person?" Mo Xiaoqing said slowly, emphasizing each word.

Ji Muhan, “…”

Oh, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know.

Mo Xiaoqing said, "Good night."

Therefore, I like you.

Ji Muhan, “…”

"Hanhan, I'll wait for you tomorrow morning, okay?" Mo Xiaoqing asked cheerfully.

She knew perfectly well that he understood that no matter how many excuses she made, it was only because she wanted to see him.

But from the very beginning, she never hid her ulterior motives towards him, nor did she want to.

Ji Muhan paused for a moment before hanging up the phone, but only for two or three seconds. She didn't say a word, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, before hanging up.

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