"Please, Instructor Mu, I’ve said I’m fine already, why won’t you let me go back to school?" Over the past half month, the phrase I’ve heard the most is "follow orders." Now that military training is over, shouldn’t Instructor Mu’s "follow orders" be invalid?
"They’ve already left. You rest here for one night, and tomorrow I’ll arrange for someone to send you back."
Mu Xingfeng knew the little girl was resistant to him and didn’t want her to have any more negative thoughts about him, so he kindly explained.
"Oh." An Ran responded, but then felt something was off: "But just now, they asked you downstairs if I was your girlfriend, why did you admit it?"
Thinking about it made An Ran furious.
"I didn’t admit it?" Mu Xingfeng said.
"Then why did you hum?" An Ran said through gritted teeth. Humming doesn’t count as admitting?
"It hurt too much, I couldn’t help but hum."
After Mu Xingfeng finished speaking, he didn’t bother with her anymore and turned to the kitchen to boil water.
It hurt too much? Aunt Flo’s here and my stomach hurts, where did it hurt for you?
Hmm, An Ran suddenly remembered she was afraid he’d admit it, so she pinched him downstairs. Was it because the pinch hurt that he hummed?
Thinking of this, An Ran immediately felt like dog food. Seriously, can the heavens not mess with her ?
When Mu Xingfeng came out with the hot water, he saw An Ran collapsed on the sofa with an expression of total despair. He walked over and sat beside her, saying, "So what if I admitted it? You’re going to be my girlfriend sooner or later."
"Hmm, uh?" An Ran immediately sat up, looking at Mu Xingfeng as if witnessing a ghost.
But the guy continued seriously, "You said you’re still young and don’t want a boyfriend now. I’ve thought it over; I can wait. When you grow up, I’ll be your boyfriend."
"Hehe," An Ran chuckled dryly twice, feeling that the world had become increasingly surreal.
"Instructor Mu, I understand. Opportunities to see women here are indeed scarce, but there are plenty of women outside! I imagine your team doesn’t stay in the base all year round. You can go out and see the world. If all else fails, you can register on a dating site. With your looks, career, and charisma, I guarantee that if you go online looking for marriage, the wedding requests would flood your page. Why waste your youth on me?"
An Ran counted on her fingers as she rattled off, unaware that the face opposite her had already turned frosty. It was only when she sensed the air around her had cooled a few degrees that she instinctively looked at the AC unit.
"Why is it so cold in this room without the AC on?" She said, then glanced at the person in front, almost dropping to her knees.
Mu Xingfeng’s cold and piercing gaze was frightening. An Ran quickly nodded, "Done...done."
An Ran felt Mu Xingfeng must be experiencing early menopause. She hadn’t said anything bad, so why was his face so stern? She quickly became timid. After all, she was on his turf; wouldn’t it be easy for him to finish her off?
"So you’re saying you’re unwilling?" Mu Xingfeng’s attractive eyebrows furrowed tightly, "It’s useless even if you’re unwilling. This isn’t up for discussion."
This little stinker, does she really dislike me that much? Talking about dating sites, when has Mu Xingfeng ever stooped to posting on those?
Back when he was twenty, the high society ladies in Imperial City were already finding various ways to approach him. Now they’re even more persistent, making him unwilling to go home during holidays.