When I go to sleep at night.
Mo Niannian lay in bed, tossing and turning several times, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
Guangxi's words kept echoing in her mind.
Ah Xi's words make some sense.
Now that she's with Xian Mingyu, shouldn't she at least have some basic understanding of him?
Otherwise, it would be too strange for her to be a girlfriend; it's just a relationship that's a little closer than that of strangers.
The bathroom door opened, and Xuan Mingyu had already finished showering and came out.
He rubbed his wet hair with a towel and approached Mo Niannian. "Do you have a hairdryer or anything like that?"
"Ah, yes." Mo Niannian sat up in bed, found a hairdryer in the drawer, plugged it in, and beckoned Xuan Mingyu to sit down. "I'll blow-dry your hair."
Xuan Mingyu paused for a moment, but didn't think much of it and sat down beside her bed.
His hair is short, so it won't be too difficult to style; it'll be done in no time.
He turned on the hairdryer, and a whooshing sound swept over his head.
Her soft hands moved through his hair, gently kneading it to help it dry faster.
Mo Niannian played the flute for a few seconds, hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to his ear and asked, "Can I ask you a few questions?"
"What's the problem?"
"I never knew what you did for a living. If we get together, can you really support me and Youyou?"
Xian Mingyu turned to look at her, "Don't even mention one you plus Youyou, even if there were a hundred of you plus Youyou, I could still make sure you have enough to eat and wear for the rest of your lives."
"Really? Do you own a gold vault?"
"No, not at all. To be precise, my family is a family business, and we're involved in all sorts of things. The first time I came here was because a new branch opened here. Meeting you and Youyou was completely by chance, but it's fortunate that this chance happened, otherwise I would have missed you two."
"Oh, I see..." He sounds pretty impressive. So he must be one of those legendary rich second-generation heirs? Third-generation? Fourth-generation?
Having money is great, of course; who doesn't like rich people?
But what if his family is too rich, and he's just a lazy bum who lives off his parents?
If that's the case, what if his family goes bankrupt one day? Wouldn't she be the one supporting him?
Mo Niannian then asked him the next question: "You just said that this is your first time here and that's when you met me and Youyou. So you're not from S City?"
"Do you think my accent sounds like someone from here?"
Uh, okay, that's true.
In fact, even Mo Niannian herself doesn't seem like a local of S City. Having lived here for so long, there are still many places she hasn't been to. Apart from going to and from Youyou's kindergarten, her home, and her studio, which she visits quite often, she is definitely terrible with directions.
"I have one last question."
"Um."
"How old are you this year? You're not... younger than me, are you?"
Younger than her?
Does he look that young?
Xuan Mingyu couldn't help but burst out laughing. She really was his source of joy, able to think of such a question.
"What are you laughing at?" Mo Niannian was a little confused. She was asking him a very serious question! He did look quite young. Although he was no longer a boy but a man, he should only be around twenty years old, right?
I won't tell you how old you are, you can guess.
"Hmm..." Mo Niannian was thinking very seriously, and she took a few more glances at his face. His skin looked so smooth, without a single wrinkle, dark circle, or pimple or blemish. He was almost as good as Youyou.
It's quite bouncy when you squeeze it.
"23, right?"
Hsien Ming-yu shook his head seriously.
"Then...25?"
He still shook his head.
"Then 27! That's the most! No more than that!"
He still shook his head.
Mo Niannian scratched her head in frustration, "Is it not close at all?"
"Don't get close."
Okay, she mustered up the courage to speak.
"Don't tell me you're only 18."
Yes, it's quite normal for many high school students to look more mature these days.
But if he really is 18, then wouldn't I be dating a little brother?!
Although Mo Niannian didn't know her own age, she subconsciously felt that she must be over twenty years old. Aqing and Axue were both students who came to her for internships, so Mo Niannian naturally became their older sister.
Xian Mingyu laughed even harder. 18? How could she even think of that?
When he was 18, he was still an innocent young boy who didn't know her yet. She was only in elementary school at the time, and they were far apart.
"Hey? Am I right or wrong? Answer me! What are you laughing at!"
Xian Mingyu stopped laughing and became serious. "Actually, what you said at the beginning was half right."
"Half? What do you mean?"
"I'm 23+8 years old, understand? But to be precise, I'll have to wait a few months until my birthday to know my real age."
"Oh, 23+..." Mo Niannian did the math and was instantly shocked. "What? You're 31? My god, you old man! Oh no, I'm actually dating an older man!"
As if she had discovered a new continent, Mo Niannian could hardly believe it.
He doesn't look like someone who's almost thirty at all.
The hairdryer in his hand was still running, and the nozzle went straight into Xian Mingyu's hair, burning him so much that he quickly stood up, feeling like his scalp was about to be burned off.
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