After casually exchanging a few kind words of greeting from the homeroom teacher, Wen Mo hung up the phone, still feeling irritated. He guessed that what happened that afternoon had been reported to the homeroom teacher.
He probably called his parents again.
There's no way around it; high-achieving students always attract so much attention, and any slight disturbance that might affect their studies will be severely punished.
"So annoying... It's really annoying to have other people chattering around when you're in a relationship." Wen Mo frowned and rubbed his hair after hanging up the phone.
Sometimes I really want to be an ordinary person, with slightly mediocre grades and a more normal relationship with Xia Lian, so that there won't be so many problems.
"Wenmo, are you unhappy?"
After returning home, Xia Lian raised her eyes and looked over in confusion, while also frowning in imitation of his expression.
Wenmo was unhappy, and so was she.
"No, I'm just really annoyed." Wen Mo shook his head. The girl in his arms wasn't very heavy; even if he leaned on her, it probably wouldn't be very heavy.
Her legs swayed gently as she lay in his arms, feeling very secure. She remained quiet even when the homeroom teacher called earlier, and Wen Mo would occasionally stroke her back.
Sure enough, less than two minutes after the homeroom teacher hung up the phone, her parents called again.
"Hello?"
The caller was Wen Yiquan, whose tone was calm, as if nothing was wrong.
"Dad, what's up?" Wen Mo yawned, seemingly unsurprised, as if he already knew why his father had called.
The two remained silent for a moment on the phone.
"You've really made it?" After a long while, Wen Yiquan raised an eyebrow and asked with a hint of doubt.
"Otherwise, didn't I call you beforehand to let you know?"
"No, I thought..."
"You thought I was just joking? No, no, no, I always mean what I say. You should know me well." Wen Mo interrupted to explain, and even through the screen, one could imagine Wen Yiquan's expression at that moment.
Wen Yiquan on the other end of the phone first sighed, then muttered a few words to the person next to him before answering the phone again.
"What's the situation on your end? How did the two of you talk?" he asked casually, though he was actually very concerned about his son's current situation.
Wen Mo paused for a few seconds, then smiled.
"Things are going well, my girlfriend and I are getting along really well." As he spoke, he reached out and patted the little head in his arms, while putting a finger to his lips to signal Xia Lian to be quiet.
The two had spent a long time together and had developed a certain understanding.
Xia Lian nodded her head and covered her mouth with her hand, a gesture that was quite adorable.
She lay on Wenmo's lap, her bottom facing the sky, swaying back and forth listlessly, her hair falling to the ground with the help of gravity.
He gently stroked Xia Lian's back, the tingling sensation making her groan softly. Her big eyes narrowed slightly as she made a strange sound.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
Wen Mo's brows furrowed; it seemed the other side had heard the voice.
Sure enough, Wen Yiquan on the other end of the phone frowned. "What was that sound just now?"
"Oh, that's a cat's meow. I have a cat at home, but I forgot to tell you." Wen Mo continued to stroke Xia Lian without any surprise, letting her lie on his lap. The feeling of her soft body pressing against his lap was wonderful.
Her fair thighs swayed up and down. After nearly three months of recuperation, the girl's plumpness had increased exponentially. Unlike the skinny girl she was when we first met, Xia Lian had now become a very healthy little girl.
"Raise a cat?"
"Yes, we have a rather mischievous cat." As he spoke, Wen Mo reached out and touched Xia Lian's cheek, giving it a light pinch.
Perhaps because they were too close, the two had long lost their original sense of distance, and given their current romantic relationship, casual touching was nothing new.
But... what kind of expression would this girl have if we pushed her a little further?
Wenmo felt a little itchy inside. The moment the thought crossed his mind, he reached out his hand as if possessed.
He placed his fingers on Xia Lian's inner thigh and gently scratched it.
"Alas!"
The next second, the girl in his arms visibly trembled, shaking as if she had been electrocuted. Then she slowly turned her head, her eyes still innocent, looking at him with a pitiful expression.
Uh... I guess I really did have a bad habit of touching things.
Wen Mo quickly rubbed his head in a comforting manner, forcing an awkward smile. He had just acted on a whim, but he hadn't expected it to actually work.
Xia Lian was wearing a nightgown today, and her thighs were almost completely exposed. Perhaps feeling a little hot, Wen Mo swallowed and reached out to pat her head.
We need to get her up quickly.
Otherwise, strange things will start to appear soon.
"What was that sound just now?" Wen Yiquan seemed to have heard something unusual, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh, Xiaolian just bumped her toe and now she's in so much pain she wants to cry."
"But the sound seemed very close to me."
"Yeah, she bumped her toe right next to me. It's so pitiful. I have to go comfort her." With that, Wen Mo made up an excuse and hung up the phone.
Before Wen Yiquan could react, he heard the phone go dead.
"This kid..."
"Hey, what did Xiao Mo say? Who is that girl?" Su Juan, who was knitting a sweater nearby, came over to ask after hearing the phone call end.
When it comes to dating, parents don't really have much to explain. If they can accept it, then they can; if they can't, what can they do? They're already in a relationship anyway.
I just don't know who that girl is, or if she's good enough for my son. But even if she isn't, as long as my son likes her, that's all that matters.
The Wen family is well-off, and Wen Mo is also good-looking and highly educated, so it can be said that his conditions are already very high.
However, it's just dating, not marriage, so it's probably not that far ahead yet.
“He didn’t say, and his phone call was quite strange.” Wen Yiquan sat on the sofa, reflecting on the phone call, feeling that his son was hiding something.
"Oh, then don't ask. He definitely doesn't want to tell you. He already told me to call him." Su Juan rolled her eyes at him.
What they didn't know was that, unlike the naive parents, Wenmo genuinely intended to marry the other person.
He was still teasing Xia Lian and enjoying the process.
"Sorry, I suddenly had a brain fart and touched your thigh." Wen Mo scratched the back of his head and bowed his head apologetically.
Xia Lian shook her head, sat up straight, and her face flushed.
When I was tickled just now, my leg felt tingly, and my heart felt itchy too.
I feel like... I've awakened an incredible interest.
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