Mo Chenyu chuckled: "What's wrong with that? Just relax and rest. I wouldn't feel at ease if you weren't energetic."
So you were afraid she'd make a mistake because she wasn't in the mood?
What a waste of your time.
"Thank you very much, sir. I'm going to rest now. Please wake me when it's time. I'm in a deep sleep and it's not easy for me to wake up."
As someone who once fell asleep in class and couldn't be woken up even when her deskmate pinched her thigh, Bian Lan is genuinely afraid that she might fall asleep and never wake up again.
Mo Chenyu nodded in agreement: "Alright, you can sleep soundly now!"
Then Bian Lan went to sleep with peace of mind.
Although the sofa was not in Mo Chenyu's sight, it was only separated by a screen. Bian Lan fell asleep quickly, even when she was very sleepy.
Perhaps she was too tired, because although Bian Lan didn't snore after falling asleep, she did snore, but not too loudly, just enough for Mo Chenyu, who had excellent hearing, to hear. The soft, gentle snores were like soft feathers, tickling Mo Chenyu's heart.
If I had to describe it, it would be an unbearable itch.
Suddenly, I couldn't bear to look at the blueprints in my hand anymore.
Mo Chenyu didn't force himself to continue looking at the drawings. He put down the blueprints in his hand and slowly wheeled himself to the other side of the screen.
Bian Lan lay asleep on the sofa, her little mouth slightly open, looking quite adorable.
Mo Chenyu stared at her, unable to take his eyes off her.
As he looked, it seemed as if a woman dressed as Bian Lan appeared before him, charming and lovely.
When Mo Chenyu came to his senses and saw the people on the sofa, he realized that it was all just his imagination.
Mo Chenyu had no doubt that Bian Lan would one day openly reveal herself as a woman, but at this moment he wondered if he was truly magnanimous enough to smile and tell Bian Lan to be with other men while she was wearing a dress.
Humans are always greedy.
But his leg made him afraid to think too much about it; he felt that even thinking about it was a luxury.
Mo Chenyu had been in despair during the time his leg was broken, but only now did he truly understand what it meant to be powerless. He realized that being powerless was even more unbearable than despair.
Mo Chenyu looked at Bian Lan's face: What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?
Mo Chenyu's hand unconsciously moved closer and closer to Bian Lan's face, until it touched her. It was soft, smooth, and very comfortable—a touch that could be addictive.
He couldn't resist wanting to get a little closer.
So Mo Chenyu's hand slid down Bian Lan's face, and just as it was about to touch the corner of Bian Lan's mouth, Mo Chenyu stopped.
After regaining his senses, Mo Chenyu reflected on what he had just been doing.
That's like being a thug; it's definitely not the behavior of a gentleman.
It's really addictive.
Just as Mo Chenyu was doubting and reflecting on himself, Mo Ting outside the window stared wide-eyed in disbelief. What did he see?
Why did the young master touch Bian Lan's face, and almost touch her mouth?
Why was the young master staring straight at Bian Lan, just like... just like Mr. Cheng in the next courtyard looking at his young mistress? Mo Ting really couldn't bring himself to say that it was just a simple master-disciple relationship.
But the two are master and disciple!
And they were all men!!!
In Mo Ting's understanding, yin and yang, male and female, should be united. Their actions are against etiquette and social norms!
No wonder the young master didn't refuse the eldest young master's request for him to get married several times. Also, now that I think about it carefully, the young master was indeed too good to Bian Lan.
Even if you value students highly, you can't possibly care about every aspect of their lives.
All sorts of medicinal teas and herbal packets, when you think about it, they all seem to have exceeded the original boundaries.
How come he never noticed before!
Mo Ting found it hard to accept that the young master had fallen for his male student.
Mo Ting thought Bian Lan was a very good person. She had a delicate appearance, outstanding learning talent, and was now being valued. As long as she didn't make any mistakes in the future, she would surely achieve great things.
Such a man will surely achieve great things in the future, and will inevitably marry and have children.
If the young master is still like this then, how heartbroken he will be! Also, now that Bian Lan knows the young master's feelings, won't their master-disciple relationship have to come to an end?
The young master was someone he respected; Mo Chenyu treated him like any other friend or relative, and he remembered that! And Bian Lan, she was a good person too…
The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Why did the young master fall for Bian Lan? Couldn't he have liked someone else? And of all things, he had to see it, which made things even worse.
After much thought, Mo Ting decided that the only thing to do was to keep it a secret and not tell anyone.
Since such a relationship is unacceptable to society, he should create some situations to reduce the time the young master and Bian Lan spend together. If things continue like this, he's afraid the young master won't be able to control his feelings, and if his true emotions are revealed, he'll be condemned by everyone, which would be terrible.
Mo Ting has quite an imagination. After seeing just one person's background, he instantly thought of all the tragic situations that Mo Chenyu and Bian Lan might face in the future. In the end, he felt that it would be best for the young master and Bian Lan not to meet again at this time.
Mo Ting, looking dazed, quietly left and bumped into Mo Han, who was walking towards her.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
Mo Han shook his head: "It's nothing. What's wrong? You seem distracted. What happened?"
Having been here for quite some time, Mo Han knew Mo Ting fairly well. He was a very thoughtful and cheerful person, and was happy almost every day, but now he didn't seem to be doing so well.
Moting mechanically shook his head: "It's nothing."
He seemed to think the whole world had died, so how could Mo Han possibly believe him? But seeing that he didn't seem willing to talk about it, Mo Han didn't press the matter further, and only said, "If there's anything I can help with, just tell me, don't think it's too much trouble."
Mo Ting sighed inwardly; there was really no one who could help with this.
"Good brother, your words are enough. I need some peace and quiet now, so I won't disturb you. By the way, the young master is resting in his study, so please don't disturb him for now."
That kind of scene is enough for him to bear in the future.
Mo Han: "Okay, be sure to let me know if you need anything."
Mo Chenyu was still staring at Bian Lan, unaware of Mo Ting's inner turmoil and secretly observing, hoping the two would never meet again.
Mo Chenyu didn't know how long he stayed before he went back.
He couldn't bear to look at the blueprints anymore. He returned to the other side of the screen and calmed down a bit. At this moment, he unconsciously began to think about a possibility, a possibility between him and Bian Lan.
About two hours later, Bian Lan woke up.
Bian Lan woke up naturally after a good night's sleep. She was momentarily stunned, and then suddenly jolted awake.
She was no stranger to catching up on sleep during the day after a sleepless night. If she could sleep until she naturally woke up, it meant she had slept enough, or perhaps she was hungry while sleeping.
She ate breakfast, so she must have slept well.
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