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Wen Ran looked at him with a curled brow and eyes: “How early is early? Could it be… a decade ago?”
Mo Xiuchen shook his head. His arm around her tightened slightly: “A decade ago was too early; I couldn’t even protect myself. What I mean by ‘earlier’ is before you met Mo Zixuan.”
Even if he had known her ten years ago, he wouldn’t have invited her into his life at that time.
Wen Ran felt a knot in her heart, “If I knew you were the boy who always appeared in my dreams since childhood, I would have found you long ago. I would have asked you why you only appeared in my dreams and not in my real life.”
“Because you forgot me, that’s why I appeared in your dreams.”
Mo Xiuchen stated righteously.
Wen Ran gave him a playful glance and chuckled, “If I had really forgotten you, I wouldn’t dream of you at all, Xiuchen. Even though you’ve told me the story of how we met in the past, I still hope that one day I suddenly remember those past experiences.”
Mo Xiuchen’s eyes changed slightly. He lifted his large hand and pressed her head to his heart, gently stroking her hair and softly saying, “Why think of the past? It’s better to clear your mind and remember our present and our future.”
“Right. My brother said that when Dad rescued me, I was seriously injured. So, I must not have been doing well back then. Is that why I forgot those memories?”
Wen Ran struggled slightly, moving away from his hand that was holding her own, and lifted her small face. “You speak as if you know everything.”
Xiuchen didn’t want to continue this conversation. His deep-set eyes were fixed on her lips. He slowly leaned in and gently covered her soft lips with his own, “Ranran, I may not know about your past, but I know that your present and future are mine. Now, let’s do our ‘homework’ for tonight.” The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel{f}ire.net
Wen Ran’s heart skipped a beat, her face turning an instant shade of red.
Xiuchen released her, watching her face flush. He didn’t kiss her mouth again, instead opting for her cheek, his voice husky as it came through his thin lips, “It’s the mandatory homework before going to bed. Doing this homework beautifies you, keeps you fit, and presents many benefits.”
Shen Yuting tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep.
Sister Wang’s words from the day echoed in her ears, playing over and over and she couldn’t dismiss them.
She sat up in bed, picked up the phone from her bedside table and after hesitating for a while, dialed a number.
Standing by listening to the repeated ring tones, with no one answering, her mind kept racing with thoughts. At last, her call was picked up and over the phone, she heard Wen Ran’s gentle voice mixed with a trace of unstable emotions, “Hello, Sister Ting!”
“Ranran, did you go to sleep yet?”
Yuting’s pupils shifted just slightly. She couldn’t see Wen Ran’s face, but her voice sounded more alluring and gentle than usual and it lacked any hint of sleepiness. It seemed like she hadn’t fallen asleep.
At this time, if she hadn’t fallen asleep and it took her this long to answer the phone, she probably was occupied as Yuting had wildly guessed earlier.
After Wen Ran spoke, there seemed to be another light patting sound coming through the phone, “Did I disrupt your rest with Xiuchen?”
Yuting gave a small smile, her voice carrying an apologetic tone.
“No. Sister Ting, is anything the matter?”
Wen Ran also chuckled. The great hand of Mo Xiuchen, who was next to her, was mischievously moving around on her. She frowned and glared at him. He silently gave her a grin and continued his antics.
“I just wanted to ask if Xiuchen has taken his medicine.”
Yuting found a random excuse. When she had made the call earlier, this was not what she had had in mind.
“Thanks for your concern, Sister Ting. Xiuchen has taken his medicine.” Wen Ran politely responded. Shen Yuting had honestly revealed her feelings for Mo Xiuchen and while she was free not to say anything about it, Mo Xiuchen was her husband, whether it was Cheng Jia, Shen Yuting or any other woman, she would always be slightly wary of them.
Even if Shen Yuting was her cousin, she would not allow her to have any designs on her husband.
During their last conversation, she had hinted at Yuting to stop obsessing over what shouldn’t be obsessed over. She had understood Yuting’s hinted meaning too.
“That’s good. Ranran, you’ve been helping Xiuchen in taking his medicine and it’s not a matter of just one or two days. You need to keep persisting.”
There was a second of silence over the phone before Yuting’s voice came through again.
“Mmm, I know. Sister Ting, if you have nothing else, then rest early.”
Shen Yuting on the other end of the call seemed to have sensed something strange, “Ranran, what’s wrong?”
Shen Yuting was an adult and even though she had never been in a relationship, she could understand.
On the other end of the call, she seemed to see what Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were doing. Her hand that was gripping the phone tightened suddenly.