Mo Beichen felt Wang Simeng suddenly move closer, their heads almost touching. He could even feel her warm breath on his face and clearly smell her delicate fragrance.
Mo Beichen's body stiffened slightly, and his heart began to pound again, but he calmly said, "Hmm, they are quite a good match."
We're a good match.
Upon hearing Mo Beichen's answer, Wang Simeng thought to herself, "He truly is my good friend. We have the same tastes, even our thoughts on movies are the same."
Mo Beichen wasn't paying much attention to the movie; his mind was filled with Wang Simeng's image, and he couldn't help but shift his gaze back to her.
Until the movie ended.
"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?" Wang Simeng sighed, then stood up and prepared to leave with Mo Beichen.
However, just as Wang Simeng stood up with the popcorn in her hand, her hand was grabbed by Mo Beichen, who was still sitting down.
Wang Simeng noticed Mo Beichen's hand tugging at her, and looked at him with a mixture of confusion and surprise: "Uh? What's wrong??"
Mo Beichen looked at Wang Simeng with tenderness in his eyes and his lips moved slightly, just like a affectionate young man.
"Si Meng, I have something I want to tell you."
"Oh dear, fine, just say it. Why are you holding my hand? I remember that in Qi Cang Kingdom, men and women are not allowed to touch each other. You can't do this again." Wang Simeng looked at Mo Beichen as if he were a playboy.
Mo Beichen seemed to understand the meaning in Wang Simeng's eyes, and quickly stood up, but still did not let go of her hand. "Simeng, I...I love you."
Wang Simeng was taken aback. "Xin Yue?"
Wang Simeng repeated the sentence. She burst out laughing. "Haha...haha...Mo Beichen, your joke isn't funny at all, haha..."
Mo Beichen didn't smile; his expression was also very serious. "Si Meng, you don't like me?"
Looking at Mo Beichen's serious expression, Wang Simeng thought to herself: Could it be that Mo Beichen actually likes me?
But the thought was immediately nipped in the bud by Wang Simeng. "How could that be? We've only known each other for a short time."
"Mo Beichen, we've only known each other for a short time. You don't actually like me, do you? You're not just teasing me, are you?" Wang Simeng said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"I'm serious, Simeng."
"Si Meng, I like you."
Wang Simeng also knew that Mo Beichen was neither married nor engaged.
When Wang Simeng went to the Lantern Festival with Mo Beichen and Mo Mingxuan, she asked them, "Won't your wives at home be jealous when you invite me to the Lantern Festival?"
It was then that Wang Simeng learned that men from prominent families and the royal family in the Qi Cang Kingdom tended to marry and have children relatively late. Only ordinary people and poor families married and had children early.
It is said that many years ago, there was a very famous doctor. The doctor discovered that having children later in life was not only better for the mother's health, but also that the children born to her were more intelligent than other children.
Large families and royalty naturally desire intelligent descendants, so they gradually began to have children later in life, and even marry later.
Because prominent families and royalty married late, women gradually married later as well. Therefore, when Wang Simeng arrived in this ancient world, her attire clearly indicated she wasn't an ordinary person. The common people, seeing that Wang Simeng was probably only eighteen or nineteen years old and unmarried, weren't surprised.
In reality, Wang Simeng looks younger than her age; she is actually 20 years old. However, no one else knows this, and no one would be impolite enough to ask.
Wang Simeng was quite surprised when she heard that many men and women in Qi Cang Kingdom were marrying late.
Wang Simeng heard Mo Beichen's words. It was the first time she had been confessed to in person, and by such a handsome guy at that. She was somewhat surprised, nervous, and flustered, and her heart started racing.
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