Gu Yixuan slowly took off his gloves and tossed them aside, his arms crossed as he quietly watched her, waiting for her to make the first move.
Mo Ran wasn’t one to back down from a bet; since she had won, she should honor her words.
But still, she felt a tiny bit embarrassed...
"Well, how about we talk about it tonight?" she tried to negotiate.
Gu Yixuan’s eyebrows raised slightly, and he remained silent, as if issuing a silent challenge.
"You want me to say it now?"
Seeing him smile gently, Mo Ran knew she had to say it at this moment.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck, casting aside her reserve, and planted a kiss on his cheek, whispering softly, "I love you."
Gu Yixuan wrapped his arms around her waist, looking at her with eyes full of focused, deep affection.
His eyes were already attractive, dark and bright, with a sense of mystery. Now, shimmering with light, they made Mo Ran’s heart bloom with joy.
"I love you!" This time she spoke a little louder, her kiss landing on his right eye.
"I love you!" Another kiss fell on his left eye.
Then it was his nose, forehead, the other cheek, chin, and finally his lips.
Eight "I love yous," each one striking the softest part of Gu Yixuan’s heart. His grip tightened gradually, and his lips captured hers in a tender, lingering, passionate kiss.
After the kiss ended, Mo Ran was so weak she could only lean against his chest limply.
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"Mmm." Mo Ran closed her eyes, comfortably inhaling his scent.
"Don’t forget to bathe me tonight, okay?"
Mo Ran’s eyes snapped open, and she raised her head to challenge him, "Why?"
Gu Yixuan smiled slightly, "I haven’t broken a single dish, so you’ve lost."
"But you broke them all." The remnants were still on the floor—was he going to blatantly lie?
Gu Yixuan stated matter-of-factly, "You’ve forgotten, our bet was that if I break any dishes while washing them. These dishes, I broke after washing them. So, you’ve lost."
A flicker of astonishment crossed Mo Ran’s eyes, and then she shoved him away forcefully, pointing at his nose and trembling as she accused, "Gu Yixuan, you—you’re so scheming! You did that on purpose!"
She had been outsmarted by him. No wonder he had kept silent earlier; he was simply waiting for her to foolishly walk right into the trap.
The man took her hand and gently kissed it by his lips.