Seemingly having touched a sore spot, Xia Lian let out a soft moan, her toes curling tightly as she weakly said, "It tickles..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll be more careful."
Wen Mo wanted to scratch his face, but then he remembered that he had just touched someone's feet and then touched their face, which seemed a bit inappropriate.
The cotton socks were very soft, but felt incredibly rough. Her feet were not yet fully developed; her five tiny toes were nestled together, as white as flawless jade, and her soles had a perfect arch.
Wen Mo swallowed hard, then realized that his action of swallowing seemed a bit perverted, so he quickly straightened his posture and helped her put on the socks.
He could sense that although Xia Lian's face was expressionless, the slight trembling of her feet indicated that she was shy.
The heart in her chest pounded because of a seemingly ambiguous gesture. After the socks were fully inserted into the arch of her foot and clung tightly to the surface of her toes, a small foot was placed back on the ground, but because it couldn't reach the ground, it could only sway in place.
"You're all dressed now. Give me the other foot," Wen Mo said in a muffled voice, but he noticed that his voice seemed to tremble slightly.
Xia Lian then moved her other foot over, pulling back her socked foot as well, and rubbed it back and forth with her little hands.
"It's so warm," she murmured softly.
This action looked just like that of a cute, cuddly house cat, so adorable it was almost unbearable. Wenmo looked away with a slightly flustered expression and grabbed his other foot to put on his sock.
After putting on socks for both feet, Xia Lian blinked her eyes, then stuffed both little feet into slippers at the same time, hooking one side of the slipper and carefully feeling the texture of her feet.
"How are your socks?"
After experiencing this, Wen Mo, who was not quite sober before, felt much more refreshed and asked with a smile after calming his heartbeat.
Xia Lian nodded. "Very comfortable."
"As long as you're comfortable, go wash your face and brush your teeth first. I'll go cook."
"Um."
Xia Lian jogged into the bathroom. When she heard the sound of hot water running, Wen Mo subconsciously rubbed his nose, but then remembered that his hand had just touched someone's foot. A series of thoughts flashed through his mind.
As he slowly approached the kitchen, Wen Mo frowned slightly. Seeing that no one was around, he inexplicably put the finger to his nose and quietly smelled it.
It has no taste.
That's true, how could it possibly smell? After all, this girl takes a shower almost every day, and even if she doesn't shower, she washes her face and feet.
Wen Mo laughed at himself, put his finger down and tapped his head, then suddenly realized that he was actually quite a weirdo.
I keep saying I don't want this or that, but deep down I'm always secretly in love, and yet there's this girl who likes me just the way I am.
This thought made him cherish Xia Lian even more. At least in this lifetime, he would not let go until he had touched her feet enough, and after touching her feet enough, he could touch other places...
"Wenmo's smile is so strange."
"Huh?"
Wen Mo quickly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. Xia Lian had been standing behind him for some time, staring blankly at his back.
But even if she sees my evil side, it's not a big deal. Anyway, I'm not a decent person. I'll just consider it as revealing my true nature.
Wen Mo's expression softened into a gentle smile as he continued fiddling with the spatula in his hands. "Why don't you wait for me outside for a bit? Breakfast will be ready soon."
Xia Lian nodded, but showed no intention of leaving. She leaned against him, her pajamas worn for a while, faintly smelling of sweat. She lowered her head slightly, looking a little disappointed.
Why do you look a little sad?
Wen Mo put down the spatula, squatted down and gently stroked the girl's face. His slightly furrowed brows made him a little worried about Xia Lian's feelings.
"No……"
"You're kidding me, and don't mimic me." Wen Mo rolled his eyes, glancing at the strange things on Xia Lian's body until he saw the phone Xia Lian was clutching tightly in her hand.
The phone screen was still lit, which meant she had been looking at it. Who knows what she saw that made her so disappointed.
"Let me see your phone."
"Ugh..." Xia Lian shuddered, looking away guiltily. After being noticed, she could only slowly hand over her phone, her toes curling up in distress.
He took the phone and flipped through it with practiced ease.
After this period of learning, Xia Lian has made rapid progress in mastering mobile phones. At this time, she is already familiar with using mobile phone apps and can occasionally watch videos online.
Wen Mo frowned, about to ask a question, but Xia Lian raised her head and cautiously uttered two completely unfamiliar words:
"separate……"
Almost instantly, the moment those two words entered his ears, Wenmo's mind went completely blank.
His eyes widened uncontrollably, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone, making his fingers turn white.
His lips trembled slightly without his noticing, and he remained silent for a long time without uttering a single word. His heart beat faster and slower in his chest.
separate?
Why?
Weren't you just accepting the gift perfectly fine? Weren't you just looking happy?
Wen Mo felt a stinging sensation in her eyes and tried her best to remain calm.
He forced a deeply painful smile, hugged the girl tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "What's wrong all of a sudden? I... I upset you, didn't I? Let me apologize first, okay? Don't say things like that, I'm really sad..."
After saying that, he didn't even realize that he was rambling a bit. His eyes darted around nervously, and he loosened his embrace to look closely at Xia Lian, who had a strange expression on her face.
"Wen Mo...?" Xia Lian tilted her head, looking puzzled.
Wen Mo reached out and covered her face, lowering his head like a child who had done something wrong. He then looked up, feeling his heart skip a beat. The icy warmth of his heart couldn't compare to the two words Xia Lian had just uttered. He then spoke sincerely:
"No, please don't break up. Tell me what's wrong. Do you hate me? Tell me what I did wrong... I really like you so much..."
"Wenmo...?"
"Oh, right, you want to get married, right? You've been saying you want to get married for a long time, so how about we go get our marriage certificate now? It doesn't matter if you're not old enough, we'll talk to our parents, they'll definitely be able to help! So... please don't break up, okay?"
As if writing a guarantee, Wen Mo kept talking. Seemingly noticing that something was wrong with his mood, Xia Lian blinked her eyes, reached out and patted his face until Wen Mo's face was cupped like a pufferfish, and then gently kissed his lips.
The kiss seemed to be infused with magic, instantly calming Wenmer, who had been extremely flustered.
After a while, seeing that Wen Mo had calmed down, Xia Lian continued to ask with a puzzled look:
What does "break up" mean?
"...Could you please stop panting when you speak next time?"
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