"Wow, that's amazing! You can even read my mind." Wen Mo stood up and walked around the living room for a bit, then patted her head.
"Then guess what I'm thinking right now."
Xia Lian stared into his eyes for several seconds before finally looking away, a hint of disappointment in her voice, "I...can't guess..."
Just now, Wen Mo had a smile on his face, but there was a faint melancholy in his eyes. Combining the two, no one could figure out what his mood was right now.
"Hard to guess, right? Mind reading failed you," Wen Mo joked.
"Wenmo's here, what are you thinking about?"
Xia Lian raised her head blankly, reached out and gently stroked his cheek. The soft touch made Xia Lian reluctant to let go, and she kept poking at the collagen.
Hearing this, Wen Mo sighed softly, put his hands behind his head, leaned back on the sofa, and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm thinking about the future."
His gaze was vacant, yet tinged with melancholy; Xia Lian took in this scene.
The girl seemed not to understand, and just kept moving closer to him, wanting to snuggle into his arms.
"What about the future?"
"Yes, I was thinking about our future." Wen Mo smiled gently, a hint of tenderness playing on his lips. "How long have we known each other?"
Xia Lian thought for a moment, "It seems like it's almost been three months."
We moved to our new home in mid-August during the summer vacation, and now it's the end of November—three whole months have passed. In these short three months, countless things have happened.
"Wow, that's fast! I thought we just met yesterday." Wen Mo couldn't help but exclaim. "Three months have passed just like that, and it seems like nothing has changed."
Xia Lian blinked, listened to him slowly reveal his thoughts, paused for a moment, and shook her head, "Yes, there have been changes."
“What changes?” Winmer asked.
The next second, before he could even sit up, a pair of warm lips gently pressed against his face, slowly separating after a moment, leaving a moist, ambiguous lip print on his cheek.
Xia Lian sat obediently in place, her expression unchanged, as if nothing had happened, and simply nodded blankly.
"This is change."
Wen Mo remained silent for a moment, seemingly understanding what she wanted to express, and couldn't help but burst into laughter, hooking her shoulder and letting Xia Lian fall directly onto his lap.
"Yes, things have changed. You're my girlfriend now."
This girl isn't good at expressing her emotions; she relies on those around her to guess her feelings, which is why Xia Lian doesn't have many friends to this day.
The only time she had an emotional outburst was during her confession in the rain last time. The scene was too shocking to recount. In short, I occasionally want to see her show her true feelings.
"I sometimes want to see you smile more. You always have such a serious face, it's so unsightly."
"I'm not ugly." Xia Lian, restless on Wen Mo's lap, shook her head and rubbed against him, making him feel a little ticklish. "Wen Mo said... I'm very beautiful."
“That’s not what I meant. I meant I wanted you to smile.” Wen Mo’s gaze was deep, enjoying Wen Ning’s moment. “That way, you can get along better with others.”
Upon hearing this, Xia Lian pursed her lips slightly, as if she was thinking about something. After a long while, she slowly got up and sat upright to one side.
"Alas--"
The girl rested her index finger on her cheek, her lips slowly curving upwards, eventually forming a smile that defied description.
Although the corners of her mouth were turned up, her eyes showed no sign of a smile; she was merely going along with what the other person was saying.
“That’s not a smile, you’ve got it wrong.” Wen Mo shook his head. “What I want to see is a genuine smile that comes from happiness.”
"Wen Mo thought, let me do something embarrassing." As if she felt her expression was too strange, Xia Lian lowered her fingers, and a blush slowly appeared on her earlobes.
"No, I mean that smiling can help you get along better with others, for example, it can make you look less scary."
For example, her shy look now is quite nice. Although she still has no expression and is cold, the blush on her earlobes has already revealed her shyness. Hmm... this kind of scene cannot be seen by others.
However, Xia Lian is usually too aloof, and the only expression on her face is blankness. No matter what others do, she always has a tense face, and she is always frowning, so others may mistakenly think that she is angry.
“No, I’m scared… Wen Mo clearly said I was cute…” Xia Lian lowered her eyes, her emotions tinged with disappointment. “Wen Mo has changed.”
"I haven't changed at all! Please don't make unfounded assumptions about me."
Wen Mo gave a curt explanation, seemingly speechless at her antics. He could only pull the girl into his arms and press her tightly against him, her soft waist obediently held down, unable to move.
"Wenmo, it's too tight..." Xia Lian felt a little uncomfortable. Even though it was freezing cold, her body felt unbearably hot.
"I know, I did it on purpose."
Wen Mo loosened his grip slightly, but still held her tightly, as if trying to feel her completely. "I just want you to be able to fit in better with the crowd, but I will always be the one who likes you the most. Remember that."
He spoke slowly and deliberately into Xia Lian's ear, each word seemingly hitting the very core of her auditory nerve, causing the girl's delicate body to go weak.
"I see……"
Xia Lian nodded like a chick pecking at rice. Hearing her answer, Wen Mo slowly let go of her hand, and the moment of tenderness came to an end.
"Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually quite possessive," Wen Mo said slowly, his hand still holding her small hand.
Especially when she falls silent and doesn't say anything, Wenmo always thinks that she has something on her mind and is wondering or worrying about something.
"Wenmo is very clingy."
"No, I'm not clingy at all. You can see what other people say about me; they all say I look cold on the outside." Wen Mo shrugged, recalling how he was when he first met his classmates.
"Ke Wenmo, hug her often."
“Hugging all the time is something you do!” Wen Mo tapped her head lightly, amused, and laughed. “Besides, I’m only like a piece of clay in front of you, you can’t shake me off.”
"Wenmo wants me to interact with other people."
"No, at most you'll talk to girls a couple of times. If any guy dares to approach you, just tell me directly, and I guarantee I'll punch his head in two punches."
At this point, Wenmer pretended to raise his fist.
"Wen Mo, it's so easy for you to get jealous." Xia Lian tilted her head and suddenly said.
So you know what jealousy means.
Wen Mo, both amused and exasperated, finally pressed his forehead against Xia Lian's and looked into her eyes earnestly, saying:
"I get jealous easily. I'm a jealous person. I get so jealous when I see you chatting with other people. That's just how possessive I am."
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