Chapter 60 The Rising Waves "In this world, I love you the most."...
Her first reaction was to subconsciously look into the room.
Xing Ze was facing away from her, stretching out his arm to wipe the stair railing. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, bringing a warm, oppressive temperature. Part of it was blocked by the eaves, but a small patch of sunlight slanted into the room, reflecting the fine dust particles floating in the air.
After the rain stopped, the damp air inside the house, having been exposed to the sun for more than ten days, shone with a warm yellow hue, making one irresistibly want to step into it.
Mu Tingyu felt a chill run through her body and took a step back.
She was certain that Xing Ze was focused on wiping the handrail and didn't have time to come and grab her, so she moved a little to the side, took a deep breath, and lowered her voice: "I haven't received a call from you."
Lin Yulan on the other end sneered, "Are you kidding me? I've been calling you for days and your phone is always off. I don't believe you've never used a cell phone."
Mu Tingyu suddenly remembered that her phone had broken a while ago, and she guessed that the call must have come during that time.
She was about to speak when she was interrupted again.
"Don't try to brush me off with your so-called volunteer teaching. If you fell into a ravine, you just wouldn't have a signal. What do you mean by turning off your phone? Are you trying to avoid me?"
"......"
In a flash, Mu Tingyu had grasped the gist of the matter and calmly said, "You called me simply to ask me for money. This has nothing to do with the art studio, you..."
"It's alright?" Lin Yulan's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth, sharp and sarcastic. "Since I couldn't find you, of course I could only go to your studio."
Suddenly, a noisy sound came from the other end of the phone, like a group of people arguing. Mu Tingyu frowned: "What's that sound?"
"Hmph," Lin Yulan chuckled, saying meaningfully, "Of course I'm here to see what the art studio run by that ungrateful adopted daughter looks like. There are still many kind-hearted people in this world... Guess how many people are outside right now?"
"......"
Mu Tingyu trembled, biting her lip as she opened the phone recording, but her voice remained unusually calm: "What right do you have to spread rumors online? I gave you 200,000 yuan before, there are transfer records, how much more do you want?"
"Is this what you call spreading rumors?" The other person chuckled. "The adopted daughter made a fortune outside, but when something happened at home, she wouldn't even answer the phone. She planned to give them 200,000 and then just walk away. What kind of logic is that?"
The woman was clearly ready to reveal her true colors, and Mu Tingyu was too lazy to pretend anymore: "Isn't 200,000 enough for you? Have you spent that much money on me?"
"Can 200,000 yuan really repay the debt of raising you?" Lin Yulan said impatiently. "Without me, you wouldn't even know if you were alive or dead. If you had any conscience at all, you should support me for the rest of your life!"
Mu Tingyu had always been aware of her shamelessness and had thought that she might go to the art studio, but she never expected that she would underestimate this woman's greed and stupidity.
If she had just taken the 200,000 yuan and lived a quiet life, keeping to herself, that would have been fine. But now that her life has just started to improve, she's clinging to her like a snotty mush, which is really disgusting.
"What good has this done you?" Mu Tingyu suppressed her anger, her voice low but incredibly clear. "You've gone to great lengths to spread rumors online, haven't you? Do you even have enough money for a hotel? And Xie Jiayu? After all this, do you want all his classmates to gossip about him, saying he has a crazy mother?"
"......."
The woman on the other end was clearly hit where it hurt. She took a couple of deep breaths and then said in a sinister tone, "...Little brat, let me tell you the truth, I have nothing left now, and I'm not afraid of anything. At worst, we'll fight to the death. Do you dare?"
Mu Tingyu sensed something was wrong and frowned: ".....What do you mean?"
"...What did you spend that 200,000?"
Pingtan Street in Tongcheng District is lined with lush and verdant plane trees, whose branches and leaves grow freely, blocking most of the sunlight. The whole street is filled with the shadows of trees, and there are rows of stylish boutiques along the street. "Manye Art Studio" is located in the very center.
At this very moment, a crowd of people and reporters carrying cameras and microphones had gathered at the entrance of the studio. The transparent glass of the shop, originally intended for displaying paintings, had now become the perfect conduit for all the overwhelming rumors, attacks, and heated discussions.
The crowd grew larger and larger, with onlookers eager for a good show and clueless passersby crowding around the entrance, peering through the clean, clear glass and discussing the two people inside who seemed to be facing off.
A U-shaped iron lock was firmly inserted into the handle of the glass door. It was locked in Jiang Chu's panic just now. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, which she wiped carefully every day, there were crowds of onlookers who were coldly watching and gossiping.
These are the people brought by the crazy woman in front of us.
Jiang Chu was a little scared, her back to the door, not wanting to be photographed—even though her face might already be circulating online.
The woman in front of me was in her forties, with heavy makeup that couldn't hide the wrinkles and dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was dry and messy. She rudely said into the phone, "Shut the hell up. If you had just paid me the money before, none of this would have happened."
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The two words Lin Yulan valued most in her life were "face" and "money."
Even if her family is dirt poor, her good-for-nothing husband earns a pittance, and they live in a dilapidated old neighborhood, she still has to wear lipstick and high heels every day, carrying a counterfeit bag, and walking with her chin held high in the sewage-filled alleyways.
She looked down on all the residents around her, felt superior to others, and dreamed of one day living in a large apartment in the city center and living the life of a wealthy woman.
She had once pinned her hopes on her husband, but he was a good-for-nothing with no ambition; he just went to work in the factory every day and got scolded when he got home. She then pinned her hopes on her son, but he was also a good-for-nothing; his grades were terrible, he skipped school to go online at a young age, and he always asked for money.
Even so, she felt that life could go on and that things would get better eventually.
Because her beautiful niece was growing up.
Mu Tingyu had no parents; she was adopted out of kindness. She was quite sensible, never asking for anything, and always diligent in her work. She seemed timid yet obedient—the clean, sweet type that rich men craved. Whether she married a wealthy man or became his mistress, a large sum of money was guaranteed. With that money, she could buy herself a genuine handbag and make those sleazy women at the factory who constantly flirted with her submit to her authority.
Unexpectedly, Mu Tingyu, who seemed so well-behaved, turned out to be a troublemaker behind her back. She secretly changed her college application and ran away, never to return home again.
Her dream of a dowry was shattered, and she was furious, but she didn't want to break off all ties.
Later, she heard that Mu Tingyu had made a lot of money painting for others, so she coaxed and pleaded with him over the phone until she finally got 200,000 yuan from him.
She spent 20,000 on a bag and 10,000 on new clothes, finally managing to hold her head high in front of those women. The rest she used to support her son's education, even though he wasn't a good student; he was still her son.
It seemed that Mu Tingyu was quite easy to manipulate; she would give her money when asked, and could ask for more later. She was happy and felt that life was better again.
But for some reason, everything suddenly changed overnight.
Her husband was fired from his job due to a mistake and is now unemployed. The educational institution that had promised her so much was also a scam; they ran off with over 100,000 yuan. Her son, with no school to attend and nothing to do, went to an internet cafe and got into a fight, getting detained. She spent all their money to get him out, and the first thing that good-for-nothing said after his release was to ask her for money to buy cigarettes.
She didn't understand why life was treating her this way; even Mu Tingyu, who was usually easy to manipulate, had turned off her phone and stopped answering her calls.
She was desperate and filled with hatred when she suddenly remembered that Mu Tingyu had opened an art studio.
“…You little brat,” Lin Yulan stood in the room filled with dazzling paintings, surrounded by countless cameras and flashes outside. She didn’t care about her image anymore, her eyes bloodshot as she hoarsely said, “Isn’t it nice to obediently climb up to a rich man and live the life of a wealthy wife?”
She dreamed of this kind of life and couldn't understand why her stupid niece didn't want it.
"Become a rich wife and then let you leech off me for the rest of your life?" The girl's voice came clearly from the other end of the phone, sounding so cold and ruthless.
Lin Yulan suddenly laughed, her expression twisting, but her tone was strangely gentle, "Tingyu, don't blame your aunt. It's your fault for not answering my calls. I couldn't find you, so I had to do this. But your aunt really needs you now, you can't just ignore me."
"I'm not asking for much, just give me 20,000 a month, that's not much, is it? If you agree, I'll leave immediately, how about it?"
"......."
Mu Tingyu gripped her phone, her brows furrowed tightly.
"Well? I'll give you one minute to think it over." The woman's voice echoed relentlessly.
She stared at the screen showing that recording was in progress, her mind unusually clear, quickly weighing the pros and cons.
She must have squandered that 200,000... or rather, she must have squandered all her money. She's desperate now, otherwise she wouldn't have gone so crazy, made such a scene, and even said she'd fight to the death.
That crazy woman is capable of any stupid thing.
But with public opinion brewing online, she couldn't possibly abandon the art studio and Jiang Chu.
—First, calm her down.
“Okay,” Mu Tingyu composed herself and slowly said, “You publicly clarify online that it was a misunderstanding, promise not to cause trouble at the art studio again, and drive everyone out of the door—20,000 will be transferred to your account next month.”
"Next month? I want it today!"
"There are only a few days left until next month. Are you in such a hurry to buy a coffin?" Mu Tingyu's voice turned completely cold. "I'll transfer the money to your account when I get back. Otherwise, you won't get a single penny."
Lin Yulan had probably never seen her so assertive before. She fell silent, seemingly weighing the pros and cons on the other end of the phone, before finally speaking after about ten seconds, her voice tinged with a hint of weakness: "Fine, then you..."
"Baby, why is it taking so long to play?"
A man's voice suddenly rang out from behind.
Mu Tingyu's pupils contracted.
Xing Ze had worked for half a day and was sweating a lot in the hot weather, so his hands were dirty. He didn't hug her, but just bent down and kissed her face.
He looked at the words "Chu Bao" on his phone screen and knew that this was a studio friend of Mu Tingyu who had a good relationship with him, so he didn't try to hide it.
"I'll go upstairs, you come up when you're done?"
During this period, the two were particularly affectionate, like any young couple in love. There were no awkwardness or arguments, and they hugged each other every day, exchanging many sweet words. Xing Ze used to only call her by her full name, which sounded fierce, so Mu Tingyu forced him to call her "baby".
Who isn't a baby at heart?
Xing Ze seemed helpless, but couldn't refuse, and was immediately shut down by the remark, "Aren't you quite vocal in bed?" These past few days, he's been getting increasingly comfortable with it.
At that moment, his affectionate words should have been transmitted very clearly into the receiver, and the woman's voice on the other end suddenly stopped.
"..." Mu Tingyu quickly reacted, adjusted her expression, and smiled at him with her eyes crinkling, "Okay, you go first."
So Xing Ze kissed her again, then turned and went inside.
"......."
She had just taken a deep breath and was about to speak when Lin Yulan's sharp voice rang out: "Oh, so you've already hooked up with a rich guy?"
"..." She suppressed her panic and kept her tone calm, "It's none of your business. Now that we've reached an agreement, you should leave quietly and remember your promise to me."
"Hmph." Lin Yulan chuckled, as if she had discovered something amusing. "Hey, your aunt isn't that unreasonable. If you really don't have money, your aunt won't make things difficult for you... Tell me, wouldn't it be more convenient if I just came and asked your rich family for it?"
Mu Tingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she clenched her teeth: "I already told you I'd give you the money, what are you still talking nonsense for?"
"Oh dear, tsk tsk," Lin Yulan said, her tone smug, as if she had finally won a round. "You seem quite nervous. Does that man really like you? Calling you so affectionately, 'baby'? Hahahaha—"
She said in a playful tone, "Your aunt is an elder, after all. If he likes you so much, shouldn't he at least come and meet me to be considered acceptable? Or do you think I might go to see him?"
"You've been dreaming too much about being rich, haven't you? Talking nonsense in broad daylight?" Mu Tingyu's tone was icy. "I'm teaching in a rural area. What kind of poor village has rich people?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end, followed by Lin Yulan's disdainful laughter: ".....Ha, that's all you've got, you can't even find a decent man."
Mu Tingyu's fingertips turned white as she gripped her phone, her voice filled with anger: "—Get out of here now, right now. You didn't keep one promise you made, so you can forget about getting your money back."
Lin Yulan achieved her goal, and with an air of elegance, she tidied her hair, the rhinestones on her hands gleaming with a cheap light.
She laughed sickeningly, her tone nauseating: "Then your aunt is waiting for you, so don't forget."
“Tingyu, you know your aunt raised you all these years, it’s time for you to repay her kindness.” She blew the dust off her fingernails and said smugly, “From now on, our whole family will depend on you for support. If the money is a few days late or something—I don’t know what your aunt might do if she gets anxious.”
She raised her chin, handed the phone back to Jiang Chu, and said in a low voice, "Little sister, can you open the door for me?"
Jiang Chu gritted his teeth, took the key, and opened the door for her.
"Chu Bao." Mu Tingyu's voice came clearly from the receiver, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
“No…” Jiang Chu’s voice was still trembling slightly, “Tingyu…”
Did she take the people at the door away?
"She...she's talking..." Jiang Chu locked the door again, looking outside. "It seems the reporters have all left, and half the others are gone, but the other half..."
“The rest are probably just watching the show,” Mu Tingyu said calmly. “Don’t be afraid, Chu Bao. I’ll go release a statement now to control public opinion. Wait for me to come back.”
"No, I'm not afraid..." Jiang Chu turned her back to the door and took a few steps inside. "At worst, I'll just close the door and go home for a few days. After a few days, there will definitely be no one there..."
"..." Mu Tingyu lowered her eyes, her eyes instantly turning red. "I'm sorry, you must have been terrified."
Jiang Chu shook her head, then suddenly realized the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see her. She quickly said, "I'm really fine. It's just that our art studio has become a little popular online. It's okay, it's okay. None of the customers who lined up to order paintings have come looking for me. We're still making money. I'll wait for you to come back..."
"It's just...it's just for Tingbao," she suddenly choked up, "you...you really want to send her money?"
Mu Tingyu was silent for two seconds, then said gently, "I'll calm her down for now, and when we get back I'll ask a lawyer what constitutes extortion."
“Okay,” Jiang Chu nodded with red eyes, “But, but don’t you have any money left… I heard you gave her 200,000… I have some left here, you can take it and use it first.”
"..." Mu Tingyu looked up at the sun on the horizon, took a deep breath, and said, "Chu Bao, thank you."
-
Mu Tingyu hung up the phone and stood under the eaves for a long time.
The sun was still shining brightly outside, birds were chirping in the trees, and the whole white house was bathed in warmth, facing the sea breeze like a reassuring harbor. The sunlight slanted down, casting a distinct line of light and shadow on Mu Tingyu's waist, her face shrouded in gloom, her expression unreadable.
For a moment, she felt like she hadn't been thinking about anything, that she was just spacing out, that nothing had happened, that Jiang Chu had just called to urge her to finish her manuscript, and that she was as energetic as ever on the phone, yelling into the receiver, "Mu Tingyu, if you don't come back soon, believe me, I'll beat you up!"
But the next second, her voice trembled again, and she said, "Tingbao, I'm so scared. Why do you have such an aunt?"
Mu Tingyu didn't know either.
She felt like she was standing in a corner surrounded by enemies again.
She was originally fearless and could defeat any demons or monsters with her bare hands. A corner was just a corner; knocking it down would create another path to survival.
But now she has a weakness.
Xing Ze wanted to go with her; they wanted to return to Hangzhou and live together.
She was trembling, racking her brains to think about what would happen if Lin Yulan really came to her door and met Xing Ze.
Lin Yulan is temporarily calmed down by her, but if it really comes down to a fight to the death, those with nothing to lose are fearless, and she doesn't dare to gamble.
Given Xing Ze's personality, he would definitely stand in front of her and face everything for her. But this matter had nothing to do with him, so why should he have to confront those ugly faces? He already found interacting with people troublesome, and he only agreed to be with her because he liked her. Now she wanted him to deal with this mess, letting him squander all his feelings for her on it...
With tears in her eyes, she thought for a long time but couldn't come up with any solution.
She was just an ordinary mortal; she didn't have the extraordinary abilities to arbitrarily convict Lin Yulan of extortion and then imprison her the next second. She had to contact lawyers, contact the police, gather evidence, and continue to deal with Lin Yulan's disgusting behavior... And even if she went to jail, so what? She'd just come out in a few years and continue to harass her, perhaps even seeking revenge...
Xing Ze loved her so much that he was willing to leave this place for her. And what did she do? She hadn't even figured out her own life, yet she tried to drag him down with her.
She realized what a wrong decision she had made.
Have you forgotten your situation after enjoying two months of carefree bliss in this paradise?
No, that won't do.
She thought of a possibility and suddenly panicked.
If Lin Yulan followed the clues and made a scene downstairs at Xing En's company...
...
Mu Tingyu closed her eyes and squatted on the ground in pain, as if all her strength had been drained away.
The sun beat down on her fiercely, like countless needles pricking her, making her tremble uncontrollably.
No, no...
She couldn't let that happen.
Absolutely not.
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"I'm here! Where have you cleaned yet?"
Mu Tingyu poked her head out from the second-floor stairwell and called out.
Xing Ze was tidying up the tea set at the tea table when he saw her arrive. His voice held a hint of displeasure: "What kind of phone call takes so long?"
Mu Tingyu walked over with a smile, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, and said in a sweet tone, "I haven't talked to Chu Bao on the phone for a long time~"
Xing Ze looked up at her and immediately frowned: "What's wrong? You look so pale?"
Mu Tingyu's face was a little pale, and she wiped the sweat from her forehead: "I was in the sun for a while, so I sweated."
"Don't you know to fight in the shade?" Xing Ze's tone was somewhat helpless. "Use a tissue to wipe yourself; my hands are dirty from touching the rag."
"Okay!" Mu Tingyu leaned in lightly to kiss him. "Thank you for your hard work."
Xing Ze didn't know how she could be so sweet, like a little honey. He tilted his head back and dodged, saying, "...I'm sweating."
"I don't mind," Mu Tingyu chuckled. "Even if you're sweaty in bed, I'll still kiss you, won't I?"
The little rascal never stops talking about bed. Xing Ze couldn't do anything about it and could only say, "Be good, go sit over there, I'm dirty."
Mu Tingyu obediently grabbed a straw mat and sat down, resting her head on her knees, quietly watching him tidy up.
After a while, her soft voice rang out again.
When will you be done cleaning?
"Almost there." Xing Ze's heart softened. "Just a little longer."
"I want a hug. Can you come and hug me?"
"......."
Xing Ze's voice was a little hoarse: "Why are you so clingy? Right now."
He quickened his pace, wiping the last teacup clean and putting it into the storage box.
"Xing Ze, do you remember when we watched a movie here?"
Xing Ze hummed in agreement.
"Do you remember when you showed a really awful romance movie?"
“…” He looked up and said helplessly, “I thought you liked watching it.”
"I didn't like it at first, but I started to like it after watching it with you," Mu Tingyu said sweetly. "—At that moment, did you want to kiss me?"
Xing Ze feigned ignorance: "What do you mean, 'kiss you'?"
Mu Tingyu pointed to the ground: "I'm sitting here, you're sitting here. When the people in the movie are kissing, you're looking at my lips."
"......."
Xing Ze was surprised that she remembered so clearly: "Didn't you drink?"
“I can hold my liquor well.” She proudly raised her chin. “So you were already plotting against me back then.”
Xing Ze stared at her for a long time, then chuckled and pointed at her from a distance.
Then he threw the rag aside, got up, and went into the bathroom.
Watching his retreating figure, the smile on Mu Tingyu's lips gradually faded until it disappeared completely.
Her eyelashes drooped, and she slowly reached out to touch the straw mat, then the tea table that he had wiped clean and was still damp.
Before her claws could leave any more marks on the tea table, Xing Ze came out of the bathroom, walked up to her, and picked her up in his arms.
His hands were still damp, as if he'd just wiped them dry quickly before coming out. Mu Tingyu sighed, "Didn't you say you were dirty...?"
“Okay,” Xing Ze said, holding her in his arms and walking up to the third floor without stopping for a moment. “So let’s go take a shower.”
"Huh?" She opened her mouth in surprise. "Then go wash up, why are you hugging me?"
"You were sweating too, weren't you?" Xing Ze looked at her meaningfully.
"..." Mu Tingyu was shocked. "A...a bath for two...wait, isn't that a bit too much...I'm not mentally prepared..."
No need to prepare.
"Wait, wait..."
Xing Ze carried her into the room, closed the door with his foot, and then covered her mouth with a kiss.
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"—Why are you still acting strange? You've been acting strange all night, and you haven't even eaten a few bites of food."
Xing Ze sat on the edge of the bed, looking helplessly at the small bulge beside him. "Is there any part of your body I haven't seen before?"
A claw reached out from the little bulge and scratched him.
Xing Ze seized the opportunity, bent down and kissed her, then stretched out his arm and pulled the girl out of the blanket.
Mu Tingyu's face was flushed red from being sullen, and her eyes were glistening with tears: "You're being a pervert, you have no shame!"
Xing Ze chuckled and put his arm around her slender waist: "You haven't touched me enough?"
Knowing she was in the wrong, Mu Tingyu immediately said, "The lights were always off before! The bathroom was so bright!"
"What's wrong with Liang?" Xing Ze leaned down to kiss her, his tone casual. "She's so cute, can't I even look at her?"
"......."
What's cute? Where's the cuteness?! What kind of outrageous language is this?!
Mu Tingyu's face turned bright red; she almost wanted to sew this repressed pervert's mouth shut immediately.
As if she wouldn't give up, she immediately reached out and scratched him, lifting up his clothes.
Xing Ze hissed, grabbed her hand, and obediently tucked her back into the blanket: "You're not planning to attend the last class tomorrow?"
“Go ahead.” Mu Tingyu’s face was flushed, and her voice was a little soft. “...You can be gentler, and do it less often.”
Her words were so alluring that Xing Ze flicked her forehead as a warning: "—Go to sleep."
Mu Tingyu puffed out his cheeks in dissatisfaction.
"Be good." Xing Ze kissed her helplessly. "You're the one who's making a fuss again, and you'll be the one crying later."
"......"
Mu Tingyu seemed to have thought of something, and unusually quieted down, her eyes crinkling as she said, "Okay, then kiss me again."
So Xing Ze kissed her again. This time he kissed her for a while, and Mu Tingyu was slightly out of breath when he let go.
She moved up a little, hugged the man's waist dependently, and put her ear close to his chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat.
"Xing Ze, I have a question for you."
She lowered her head and suddenly spoke.
The man's voice was still a little hoarse as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly in his embrace: "Hmm? What?"
"You called Sister En and told her you wanted to come with me. What was her reaction?"
Xing Ze considered Xing En's reaction for a moment, then said calmly, "She said yes."
"Is it that simple?"
"Hmm. Why are you asking that?"
"It's alright. Didn't you tell me before that you probably wouldn't leave this place?" Mu Tingyu looked up at him and smiled. "I thought something had happened at home and you couldn't go back."
She smiled and asked casually, "So, are you planning to go back to your previous workplace? Have you already made arrangements?"
Xing Ze leaned against the headboard, playing with her hair in his hand: "More or less."
"So, what if you agree to this, but don't go back to work?"
"..." Xing Ze narrowed his eyes slightly. "What's wrong?"
"I want you to travel the world with me~" Mu Tingyu snuggled against his chest, "Would you let me go alone?"
Xing Ze placed his hand on her waist and chuckled, "Have you made any money, you little penniless wretch? Already thinking about traveling?"
"Isn't it because I have you?" Mu Tingyu smiled and leaned in to give him a sweet kiss. "You'll agree to let me go wherever I want, right?"
Xing Ze was so overwhelmed by her sweetness that he couldn't speak. He pinched her waist and replied, "Not in dangerous places."
"It's not dangerous at all~" Mu Tingyu's eyes sparkled. "So, is your job okay?"
"..." Xing Ze imagined the scene, the old man would probably be furious and grab a stick to hit him, so he smiled helplessly, "It's not a big deal."
Mu Tingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nestled comfortably against his chest, and said softly, "Are you really okay with just leaving like this?"
Xing Ze noticed that Mu Tingyu was particularly concerned about his career today, so he kissed her forehead: "Are you worried that I won't have enough money to support the family?"
"No, I'm afraid you've done too much for me without me knowing. And you never tell me anything."
Mu Tingyu looked up again and asked suspiciously, "You don't, do you?"
“…” Xing Ze replied, “No.”
"That's good."
Mu Tingyu snuggled back into his warm embrace, took a deep breath, and then rubbed against him affectionately: "You're so good to me."
The next second, she was flicked on the forehead again, and Xing Ze's voice came from above, "What nonsense are you thinking about now?"
"......."
Mu Tingyu buried her head where he couldn't see her, her smile incredibly sad, yet her tone remained sweet: "I was thinking about how much I like you~"
How much do you like it?
"......"
She gripped his clothes tightly, her eyes slowly reddening.
"...My favorite."
She said it word by word.
"—My absolute favorite in the world."
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