Ji Muhan's godlike abilities had already been fully demonstrated to Mo Qing, so she wasn't worried at all about traversing the jungle with him at night. They had both had a good rest during the day, so they were both full of energy that night.
After a long night's journey, when they excitedly discovered a modern building not far away in the early hours of the second day, Mo Qing wanted to cry.
She's just a spoiled brat who's never experienced anything like this.
Pedestrians hurried by, vendors hawked their wares along the way, and the aromas of various foods mingled in the air, filling the air with a cacophony of sounds.
Being there, you're surrounded by the warmth and comfort of everyday life.
He spends most of his time on missions in various locations or training in the military.
Ji Muhan rarely felt this way. He always moved through the crowd with a detached and indifferent air, as if he were wearing a protective shield, and the people coming and going had nothing to do with him.
But at this moment, perhaps because there was another person beside him, he began to perceive the changes in his surroundings.
My sleeve was tugged.
Ji Muhan turned his head, and Mo Qing looked at him with bright eyes. She moved one hand from his sleeve to his wrist, and then slipped into his hand, her warm and soft fingertips touching his.
Mo Qing took his hand and smiled faintly.
Her delicate eyes curved slightly, two dimples appeared on her fair face, and the curve of her red lips was very beautiful.
Ji Muhan shook off her hand as if she had been electrocuted, her expression darkening slightly.
"It's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh just by holding it a little..."
Mo Qing muttered behind him, then her eyes darted around before she leaned closer, winked at him, and said, "Ji Muhan, my feet seem swollen, I really can't walk anymore..."
Ji Muhan remained silent, her face expressionless, and walked with a brisk pace.
Ah... he seems to still be angry? I wonder if I flirted too much this time, he holds a grudge for a really long time.
Mo Qing puffed out her cheeks, pouted, and sighed.
What should I do? It seems like overnight, and Ji Muhan is getting harder and harder to win over.
Isn't that a bit too much?
Shouldn't we slow down and proceed gradually?
But it seems she doesn't have time anymore? He seems to be going back to his unit soon, and they'll soon be going their separate ways...
If he hadn't told her that her bag was missing, that all her documents were inside, and that she didn't have a communication device, he might have already returned to his unit.
There would be no chance to lose one's temper with oneself.
...
The two of them wandered through the alleys, turning left and right, passing through countless alleys.
"I've walked through this alley before." Ji Muhan's face was calm and composed, revealing no emotion whatsoever, not even impatience.
Mo Qing paused upon hearing this, blinked, hesitated for a few seconds, and then smiled innocently at him, "Really?"
"If you can't find it, I'm leaving," Ji Muhan said casually.
"Hanhan, I can't seem to find that inn." Mo Qing blinked mischievously, looking innocent, trying to hide the emotions in her eyes from him and appear more genuine and believable.
She tilted her head back, her face innocent, her eyes filled with sincerity.
"Hanhan, can I go back with you? I can't find the inn, and even if I do, I can't get back without my bag! Why don't you give me a ride back? I promise I won't cause you any trouble, and I'll be very good on the way."
Ji Muhan looked at her intently, then calmly looked away.
"Can't."
Given her habitual habit of lying, he really didn't believe she would forget the location of the inn; she just didn't want to find it.
Mo Qing was disappointed.
Without deliberately leading the way, after turning through several alleys, they found the inn where she had stayed last time.
"It's you." The innkeeper recognized her at a glance.
Mo Qing smiled at her in a friendly manner.
"I thought something had happened to you, and I was almost about to call the police."
"I'm fine, thank you." Mo Qing smiled, her dimples appearing and disappearing, her voice sweet enough to touch one's heart.
Ji Muhan's cool gaze fell on her face, and looking at her appearance, he couldn't help but feel a softening in his heart.
He was used to it; it was normal for a girl to be cheerful, always smiling, and popular.
He stood calmly behind her, hands in his pockets, his expression unchanging, patiently listening to their conversation without urging them on.
Her aloof and detached demeanor seemed to isolate her from everyone around her.
"Is that your boyfriend?" The proprietress glanced at the man standing behind her and smirked.
A phrase involuntarily popped into my mind: the snow lotus growing on the snowy mountain is breathtakingly beautiful, aloof and unapproachable.
Perhaps it's not quite right to use it to describe a man, but she felt that any other words would fall short; only these nine words truly captured his essence.
"I'm pursuing him." Mo Qing winked at her, shrugged playfully, and said generously without any embarrassment, "But he doesn't like me."
The proprietress smiled knowingly. She quite liked the girl's personality; she was genuine and unpretentious, cheerful but not affected, and always said what she liked without hiding anything!
Suddenly, she added, "Oh, by the way, someone came looking for you these past two days. They've been waiting for you for a long time."
"?" Mo Qing paused in her steps.
"He's a handsome guy, good-looking and seems to have a good temper too." The innkeeper gave her a flirtatious wink.
Mo Qing was stunned.
Good-looking?
She has a good temper?
Could it be Third Brother?
Ji Muhan, standing behind, blinked and remained silent after hearing the proprietress's last words.
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