She took out her phone and dialed Gu Yixuan’s number, the ringtone echoed for a while before the call was answered.
"Hello." On the other end, the man’s voice was languid and sexy, brimming with confidence.
Mo Ran spoke indifferently, "It’s me."
"What’s up?" He feigned ignorance. This text is hosted at novelFɪre.net
"I want to move back to the villa tomorrow, is that okay?" By saying this, she should be able to make her decision and attitude clear.
"You think you can just move out and move back whenever you want?"
"...This time, if I move back, I won’t leave again. Unless, you ask me to. I don’t want to fight with you anymore, Gu Yixuan. I admit, I can’t beat you."
"Heh." The man chuckled lightly, "Suit yourself."
He hung up the phone, and Mo Ran was somewhat unsure of his meaning. Did he agree to her moving back, or not?
It should be an agreement...
After telling Mo Yan that things would be okay tomorrow and that she shouldn’t worry too much, Mo Ran left.
She didn’t go straight home but instead wandered the streets slowly.
As she walked, on a whim, she decided to have some fun on Joy Street and immediately put her idea into action, taking a taxi there.
Joy Street was long, a straight path buzzing with food, drink, and entertainment. She strolled and enjoyed herself.
First, she bought a skewer of candied hawthorn, took a few bites, then went for a skewer of lamb. Seeing a photo booth, she ran inside alone with her candied hawthorn and lamb skewer, striking different poses, shooting various photos.
Soon, she compiled a pile, making all sorts of goofy faces. Having collected her photos, she continued her stroll. She bought any attractive jewelry she saw and spent money on any amusing thing she found.
She played from the start of the street to the end, spending four hours. Exhausted, she felt very happy and liberated.
After resting for a while by the roadside, she went to a nearby bar. Inside, men and women danced frantically on the dance floor, releasing their excessive energy.
Mo Ran ordered a beer, gulped down a big sip, took off her jacket, and joined in on the dance floor.
She danced a very explosive modern dance, her movements graceful and fluid, her long hair flowing. Her dancing was so excellent that the crowd around her gradually stopped to watch her move.
Some started to cheer, some clapped and whistled. She paid them no mind, lost in her own world, dancing with abandon and release.
A bold man stepped out to match her movements, dancing alongside her.