Wow, she's really good at playing dirty tricks! Turning the tables on me?
Ji Muhan raised an eyebrow, looking at this ghostly and blurry thing. It seemed that the girl's greatest skill was to turn the tables and make unreasonable arguments.
He gave a cold laugh, "You want me to hug you in front of so many people? Mo Yanyu was outside just now, I should have carried you out and thrown you into his arms too."
"My brother is here too?"
"Um."
Mo Qing's eyes widened. "When did he arrive? Where is he now?"
"Judging from your tone, it seems you really want him to come?"
His voice was flat, revealing no other emotions.
Mo Qing is now focused on getting past her brother's problem and just wants to overcome this hurdle.
"How could this be..."
Ji Muhan's gaze was indifferent, and she curled her lips into an ambiguous smile, devoid of any warmth. "I thought you missed him!"
Knowing she was in the wrong, she fell silent, hugged his waist, lowered her head, and pressed her head against his arm, stubbornly blaming him, "I don't care, you're just not good to me, I don't want you anymore, I'll find someone who's willing to hug me, I don't believe that someone as pretty as me would not want to hug me."
Ji Muhan slammed the book on the table, turned around and hugged her tightly by the waist, lifting her chin with one hand, her face darkening, "I think you just need to be taught a lesson!"
Mo Qing also realized that what she said was indeed some nonsense.
"Who are you looking for?" Ji Muhan pinched her chin, asking with an air of domineering authority, "Qiao Qian'an? Or Shen Shaolin?"
Mo Qing was filled with questions, though she didn't know why Ji Muhan would bring up Shen Shaolin and Qiao Qian'an...
She looked completely bewildered. "Huh? What are you doing?"
"Isn't it your own?"
This is truly a case of shooting oneself in the foot...
Mo Qing, “…”
But after a while, she suddenly understood, and her smile grew brighter. She knew he was jealous. Actually, Mo Qing liked it when Ji Muhan tried to control her, but in the end, she couldn't control him and could only indulge her, letting her act as she pleased...
"Hanhan, are you jealous?" Mo Qing held his hand, her beautiful eyes staring straight at him, a triumphant smile on her face.
Ji Muhan glanced at her with slightly cold eyes, sneered, and her indifferent gaze seemed to silently say, "How can you be so shameless?"
"I can tell, you're just jealous. Oh, what's there to be ashamed of in admitting something like this?"
Ji Muhan, “…”
"Okay, okay, you're not jealous. Someone as generous as you would never be jealous. I love being jealous, though. I get jealous whenever a girl appears next to you, okay?"
Mo Qing winked mischievously, cleverly giving him a way out.
Are you still angry?
"..."
He glanced at her indifferently, said nothing, and sat there calmly, closing his eyes to rest.
"I know I was wrong. If you're really angry, I'll just let you hit me a couple of times."
He remained unmoved by her words and offered no comment.
"I'm not looking for anyone else. I have you now. Who else can I look for?" Mo Qing, who had been silent, tightened her arms around his neck, pulled him down a little, and rubbed her cheek against his. She spoke softly and perceptively.
"Heh." Ji Muhan scoffed coldly. If he remembered correctly, she had just been saying she was going to find someone else, that she was going to climb over the wall...
Mo Qing's eyes were red, and she moved her hands up to hug his neck tightly. "I missed you so much! When I saw you just now, I thought I was seeing things. Then I don't know how I got lost and ended up going the wrong way."
It was truly out of instinctive trust!
Being with Ji Muhan, she knew he wouldn't harm her! She was willing to tell him everything—
She tilted her head back, appearing exceptionally soft and beautiful in the dim, ambiguous light. Her clear eyes reflected his face, and a gentle smile played on her lips. Whether it was the soft light or her deliberate allure, Guiye Jue couldn't help but lower his head, wanting to kiss those two beautiful pink lips.
A gentle breeze swept by, lifting his long, dark hair and lightly brushing against his cheek, tickling him and stirring a strange, inexplicable flutter in his heart.
"Stay away from Qiao Qian'an from now on," Ji Muhan said, squinting at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing smiled, her gentle eyes clearly reflecting Ji Muhan's face, as if he were her whole world. "Okay."
Ji Muhan's eyes narrowed further. "Stay away from Shen Shaolin as well."
"good."
Mo Qing's compliance surprised Ji Muhan slightly. He frowned and looked into those captivating eyes, unconsciously asking a question that even he himself was unaware of.
"do you like me?"
Mo Qing wasn't surprised at all, as if she had guessed it, or perhaps she was already used to this kind of question. She gently stroked his dark hair with her delicate fingers, her gaze focused and tender, "I like it."
She had noticed long ago that Ji Muhan seemed to lack a sense of security.
Upon asking the question, Ji Muhan paused, and Mo Qing's answer surprised him even more: "Really?"
He didn't even need to think about her answer, but he still wanted to repeat it again...
Mo Qing's smile deepened, her gentle, smiling eyes fixed on him intently, as if he were her whole world, as if she were laughing at his silly question.
"How could it be fake? I've done so many daring things for you lately, isn't that enough to prove my sincerity?"
Mo Qing hooked her thumb around his right index finger and tilted her head slightly.
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