"I'm not being hypocritical. You've misunderstood. I'm always honest with you when we're together," Wen Mo said, patting his chest confidently.
“Wen Mo is lying.” Xia Lian shook her head, not taking his words seriously. “Wen Mo always says strange things… but what he’s thinking is always different.”
"Okay, okay, whatever makes you happy."
Wenmo tossed her out like a child and went to the kitchen to start a fire, fiddling with the smoky pots and pans.
"Go play outside for a while, wait for me to finish cooking." He said, then mechanically started stirring the food, but his mind was elsewhere.
Life is good enough now. Wenmo only hopes that his father can come to his senses. By the way, he will keep this matter a secret from his mother for the time being, in case she can't accept it in a while.
Moreover, Wen Mo always believed he was right about one thing: we were just in a free-love relationship and didn't do anything wrong.
My parents' home visit came so suddenly. They sent a WeChat message early this morning saying they were coming to take a look, so I wasn't prepared at all.
When his father saw through his secret, Wen Mo was completely stunned. He thought he had done everything perfectly, but he still slipped up.
"However, it's good news, at least he didn't seem to have a hard time accepting it." Wen Mo forced a smile and stopped what he was doing.
After taking the dishes out, he called out, and a small figure came out of the room and sat obediently in its place.
The next second, before she could even take off her apron, Xia Lian suddenly hugged herself.
"Why are you suddenly hugging me again?" Wen Mo chuckled, pushing her aside with his hand. "Don't hug me yet, I'm dirty."
"Not dirty, Wenmo, very clean."
Wen Mo still couldn't understand her thought process, but that didn't stop Xia Lian from enjoying the moment of tenderness, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.
At the same time, she pressed her nose against Wen Mo's clothes, and when Wen Mo took off his apron, she sniffed him closely.
Wen Mo once said that Xia Lian had a very pleasant fragrance, and there was something she had wanted to say for a long time: actually, she had smelled that fragrance on Wen Mo when they first met.
Everyone has their own scent, and if you find it pleasant, then you genuinely like it.
If Wen Mo were to describe Xia Lian's scent, it would be fragrant and sweet, the kind that makes you want to lick it.
Conversely, when Xia Lian described Wen Mo's scent, it was warm, as if he had been basking in the sun for a long time. No matter how you smelled it, you couldn't bear to let go of him and wanted to stay by his side.
"Wenmo is very gentle."
"You damned gentlemen... do you even know what gentleness means?" Wenmo no longer refused the hug. He was dirty, but he could just take a shower. He reached out and hugged her back tightly.
"Gentleness is about making people feel comfortable around you." Xia Lian inhaled his scent deeply, then leaned on his shoulder and breathed heavily. "Being with Wen Mo makes me happy and warm."
Every time Wen Mo spoke to her, he would subconsciously lower his voice, speaking to Xia Lian almost in a soft whisper.
Even when he hugs her, he never squeezes her too tightly; he always holds her close with a comfortable amount of force, like soothing a fragile kitten.
No matter what he wanted to do, Wen Mo would say he didn't want to, but in the end he would still do as Xia Lian wished.
He's really nice.
"Is this a compliment? I guess so." Wen Mo shrugged helplessly, glancing at the steaming food on the table.
If we don't eat it soon, it'll get cold, and the weather is so cold.
"Alright, I'll hug you later. Let's eat first." Wen Mo patted her back and gently released the soft creature in his arms.
"oh."
Xia Lian obediently sat back down, her hair a little messy from Wen Mo's ruffling, with a few strands floating wildly in the air.
We ate too much at lunch, so I'll cook less for dinner; that will be enough for the two of us.
Wen Mo picked up a chicken leg and put it into Xia Lian's bowl, his thoughts drifting away without him realizing it. Just as he was lost in thought, a soft voice came from beside him.
"Wenmo never touches me."
"Cough cough cough..." This almost pulled his soul back into his head. Wen Mo coughed for a while, his gaze strange, "What are you talking about...!"
Xia Lian held chopsticks in her hand, pursed her thin lips, but her eyes were exceptionally clear.
"Wenmo never touches me."
Couples outside are not like this; they are all lovey-dovey and affectionate all day long. After realizing this, she clung to Wen Mo almost every day, but unexpectedly, he was too gentlemanly and stopped at hugging.
"Which kind of person do you mean? Like those couples on the street? Let's forget about that kind." Wen Mo shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth and chewed a couple of times before speaking.
He could understand what the girl was thinking; she was simply trying to imitate the people outside.
"Aren't you going to touch it?"
"We can work on it slowly after we get married. Don't rush it, we have plenty of time," Wen Mo said casually, patting her head.
"oh……"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Mo noticed that Xia Lian lowered her head. Although she still had the same expression, he inexplicably sensed the girl's disappointment. Even her originally calm eyes dimmed slightly.
"Why do you keep thinking about things like this?" Wen Mo shrugged helplessly, leaned closer to the side, and comforted her in as gentle a tone as possible, "There's no rush now, we can take it slowly later."
Xia Lian tapped her two index fingers together, her expression seemingly a little aggrieved, and raised her eyes to meet the gaze of the person in front of her.
"But Wenmer will be very happy if he touches her."
"...Who told you that?"
"That's what I read online."
Xia Lian added with certainty, "The internet says that as long as you touch him, the man will be very happy."
"That was a lie."
"You're kidding me?"
“Yes, actually I’m already very happy right now.” Wen Mo pulled her into his arms and said earnestly, “Sex is just a small thing, love is the big thing. We’re in a relationship because we like each other, so don’t think too much about it.”
After he finished speaking, Wen Mo smiled and made a gesture, and the atmosphere between the two returned to normal.
Just as they were about to finish washing the dishes, Xia Lian suddenly raised her head and said seriously, "But Wen Mo sometimes thinks about erotic things."
"Pfft..."
Wen Mo almost spat out all the water in his mouth. He choked on the words and swallowed water into his trachea, making his throat burn.
It took Wen Mo a while to wipe the water from his mouth. He forced a smile, amused by what he had just said. "How did you know what I was thinking? Can you read minds?"
Hearing this, Xia Lian shook her head and reached out to grab the hem of his clothes.
"I can only read Wenmo's heart."
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