Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was a dimly lit night and the moon had just risen, casting a soft silver glow.
Faced with such a beautiful sight, Mu Xiaoxiao felt that she should throw away her worries temporarily and think about them the next day!
She turned her head a little and looked at Yin Shaojie with her peripheral vision. “You were so bad today, pretending that you didn’t see An Zhixin when you came to my class. I think she’s probably feeling very upset,” she said.
However, when she recalled how stunned An Zhixin had looked, she felt quite amused.
“Why? Are you concerned about whether she’s upset?” Yin Shaojie’s brows cocked, pleased, and his tone sounded a little dandiacal now.
Mu Xiaoxiao hugged his arm. “Why should I care about her? I’m talking about you.”
“What about me?” Yin Shaojie perched his head atop her shoulders and pressed his face against hers.
Feeling her smooth skin, he lingered there and rubbed his face against it.
It felt really comfortable doing this, and he didn’t feel like letting her go.
So this was how it felt like to have supple skin and a delightful fragrance.
Mu Xiaoxiao laughed and said, “I’m saying that you were really brutal!”
“You’re calling me brutal just because of this?” His tone was voiced his objection.
“Anyway, shouldn’t you be secretly gleeful over the fact that I’m cruel to other girls? Are you trying to chide me for hurting the hearts of these girls now?”
“That’s not what I meant!” Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head as she said.
“I’m just curious — weren’t you so concerned about her back then? You even remembered her for seven years after a single chance encounter, recognized her in one glance and even helped her out so much. Why did you change?”
Mu Xiaoxiao got up from his embrace suddenly and turned around to look at him. “Will you treat me like that if you don’t like me anymore?”
Upon hearing these words of hers, Yin Shaojie frowned and thought seriously.
After thinking about it for a while, he rubbed his chin and nodded. “Maybe.”
“What did you say?” Mu Xiaoxiao’s voice rose and she glared at him huffily. “Say that again!”
Yin Shaojie smirked as his dark eyes stirred with emotion. He said, “Your premise was me not liking you anymore. Think about it: was there ever a point when I didn’t like you from the moment you were born?”
He had been one when she was born.
Even though he couldn’t remember what had happened then, their elders had said that he was able to walk on his own then, and when none of the adults were looking, he would wobble over to the baby cot and stare at her without blinking, even laughing to himself happily, and refused to be carried away by the adults.
Thus, the elders had always teased that he had chosen her as his bride from the time she had been born ever since he was a little kid.
Even though this was all said by the elders jokingly, it seemed quite true now that he thought about it.
Upon hearing this, Mu Xiaoxiao looked into his deep gaze. Her heart seemed to be trembling slightly, as though something was expanding inside, and it felt warm.
“You’re really…”
This dude was way too good at saying sweet nothings!
Mu Xiaoxiao lept forward and hugged his neck. She said bossily, “These are your words, okay? That you didn’t dislike me from the time I was born and won’t dislike me from now on — not even for one second!”
Yin Shaojie hugged her neck back with his large hands. His thin lips moist with tenderness, he said in a low voice, “Yes.”
Actually, this was something that was out of his control.
Liking her seemed like a matter of course.
To continue to like her seemed like a matter of course as well.
Even if he wanted to change it, it wouldn’t change.