"Aren't you the same? You don't dare to say a word?"
"That's because I know my own limitations. Even if it weren't that man, the goddess wouldn't fall for me!"
"Heh, heh, who secretly carved the goddess's name on the headboard?"
"..." A bunch of idiots! Fools! There's no way Goddess Mo would like them! All they do is make a racket underground, but they don't say a word in front of the goddess!
If he really likes her that much, he should have the courage to pursue her, even if he gets rejected. It's much better than them looking at photos and carving their names on them...
How would she know you like her if you don't?
Ji Muhan naturally heard some of what those people said. For special forces soldiers, hearing is very important, so his hearing has always been twice as good as that of ordinary people.
I just still feel a little uncomfortable.
Sure enough, that girl is a bit too flamboyant! Her ability to attract attention is even greater than his!
Ji Muhan's gaze lingered on her bright red lips for a few seconds, then he silently pursed his lips and continued walking towards the door with her in his arms...
...
The next day, Mo Qing woke up to sunshine. The temperature in the capital was obviously higher than in Beijing. Once it got light, there was no need to wear a down jacket; a light coat would suffice.
However, Mo Qing has a habit: once winter arrives, she likes to stay in bed. Even when she is awake, she doesn't want to get up and likes to roll from one side to the other.
It is often shortened to "lying in bed".
Especially yesterday, she drank an unknown number of glasses of wine. She only knew that she seemed to have drunk all the men who wanted to get Ji Muhan drunk, and then she seemed to have drunk a whole bottle of wine by herself...
I wonder if Ji Muhan's maternal grandfather and uncles will have a bad impression of her because of this?
After all, it's understandable that anyone would have some prejudice against a girl who has drunk so much alcohol...
Ugh, just thinking about this possibility gave Mo Qing a headache. She had really dug herself into a mess!
Mo Qing buried herself in the pillow in frustration, rubbing against it and humming sullenly.
She wanted to leave them with a perfect impression, but after what she did yesterday, she didn't expect that she wouldn't get a perfect score. She was just glad that she didn't get a negative score!
Feeling frustrated, she took a deep breath and smelled a familiar tobacco scent, faint and almost imperceptible.
How wonderful it would be if I could wake up in Hanhan's bed every day!
However, just as this thought popped into her head, an image involuntarily flashed into her mind.
Mo Qing buried herself in the pillow again; she really wished she could just stay buried like that! She was truly too ashamed to face anyone this time!
She was almost crying from her own stupidity. She had really messed things up for herself this time. What if Ji Muhan really ignored her?
What if she gets really angry? These were the thoughts that filled her mind, especially the incident on the basketball court, which served as a cautionary tale!
She had no doubt that if Ji Muhan was really angry, she might ignore her for ten or fifteen months!
As soon as Ji Muhan opened the door, she saw this scene: calm and composed.
"woke up?"
Mo Qing reflexively lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes widening in surprise as she looked at Ji Muhan, who was leaning against the door. "Why didn't you knock?"
What if she's changing clothes?
Ji Muhan looked at her calmly, her composed demeanor like that of a god looking down upon mortals, taking it all in stride with detachment and nonchalance.
His calm and composed demeanor made Mo Qing feel somewhat ashamed. "This is my home. Do I need to knock before entering or leaving?"
"..." Okay, you're the boss, so you're right.
Mo Qing was speechless, and could only stare at him blankly.
Ji Muhan discovered that she was just a paper fox. She originally thought she was shameless, but when it really came down to it, she was scared. She only knew how to bully others and was a paper tiger with no real power.
Mo Qing thought and thought, but could only remember that she had pinned him against the corridor wall and kissed him. She couldn't seem to remember anything after that!
It was as if she had a blackout; no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't remember...
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