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She was in no mood to pay attention to his sarcasm. She lowered her head and continued to remain silent. However, she felt her heart grow more and more bitter.

When he was done, she took the bowl to the kitchen and cleaned it up. When she found he was still there, she lowered her head and walked into the bedroom as if he didn't exist.

"Dye —"

He suddenly called out to her, and she froze. His tall figure had already tightly wrapped itself around her from behind.

He rested his chin on her thin shoulder and whispered,

"Don't drive me away, will you?"

There was a rare hint of pleading in his voice, as well as a hint of vulnerability.

When he heard that his plan had failed, he felt depressed and disappointed like never before. He wanted to find a place to rest, not only because he didn't want to go to his empty house, but also to where Qin Ruoyun was.

His words were sincere, yet she only smiled faintly, lowering her eyes and looking at the big hand around her waist.

"My apologies, but my temple is too small. I'm afraid it won't be able to accommodate a great Buddha like you!"

Not only was she small, but her heart was also small. She was so small that she couldn't tolerate the existence of a third person in their relationship. Although she had lived in Lin Wencheng before, after so many years, she could now honestly say that she no longer had any ill intentions towards Lin Wencheng, but could he?

She knew that he couldn't!

So, after she finished speaking, she gently broke away from his embrace and went into the bedroom without looking back. His embrace was warm, but if it wasn't for her alone, she would rather not have it.

The warm feeling from her body was suddenly completely gone. The feeling of emptiness made Gu Mo Cheng's heart sink by a large amount as well. Her thoughts … How could he not understand?

However, following the failure of his plan for the first step in the Luo Family, everything had become a little tricky. According to Luo Shixun's personality, he would have to be even more cautious in the future.

He thought that he should speed up the pace of his revenge. Perhaps when the hatred was gone, he would calm down and think about what had happened with her.

She was different, he admitted.

He also admitted that before this, he had never felt this way towards any woman, not even Qin Ruoyun. He would always be infuriated by her and involuntarily want to get closer to her. He would always be curious about her and would always be on a night without her … He tossed and turned.

He only felt no hate towards Qin Ruo Ruoyun. She had saved him before, and she had followed him wholeheartedly, so they were naturally together.

To put it bluntly, if he and Qin Ruo became husband and wife, they would respect each other as the best spokesperson. However, if that person had been her, then life would have been much more lively, much more brilliant, and much more joyous …

But why didn't he meet her earlier? Why did she barge into his line of sight just when he needed someone to make use of her most?

In the end, he stayed in the living room until she turned out the light and went to sleep. Then he crept into bed and hugged her slightly cold body tightly from behind.

She sensed his struggling movements and could only give up when she realized it was futile. He snickered for a long time before falling asleep.

This was the season of autumn and winter. The weather was very cold, but the heating was not yet on. Mu Yurou was always afraid of the cold, but being held tightly by him that night felt strangely warm, as if a furnace had been burning all night.

The next morning, when Gu Mo Cheng woke up, she was no longer by his side. When he flipped over and touched the empty bed, his heart was filled with disappointment. Damned woman, she always liked to disappear without a sound.

He lazily got up to wash up and smelled the faint fragrance of the porridge in the kitchen. He followed the smell and opened the door to the kitchen. For a moment, his eyes were somewhat moist.

In the small kitchen, there were several kinds of breakfast on the clean glass-topped counter. They were all in Chinese and Western styles.

He walked over to take a closer look at the bread. It seemed to be fried with a layer of eggs. It looked soft and tender. He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. It was really soft and delicious.

The Chinese style dishes were the boiled egg, the Soup Dumplings, the hot porridge in the electric cooker, and all kinds of small pickles. Steamed Bun could tell at a glance that they must have gone out to buy them.

She had done so much in the morning! He stood in front of the pile of breakfast, his mind racing.

In fact, after interacting with her for so long, he gradually discovered that although her personality seemed cold and merciless, she was actually an extremely meticulous person. However, this attentiveness was only directed towards people or things that concerned her.

Now that she was doing all this for him, did that mean she cared about him? Thinking like this, he suddenly felt that the sunlight today was extremely bright and beautiful, even though the weather outside was somewhat gloomy.

There was a note on the coffee table in the living room: "I'm going to school. Your stomach doesn't feel good. Don't drink, don't smoke, avoid spicy and cold food. Take the stomach medicine with you. Remember to eat it on time."

The elegant handwriting was neither arrogant nor shy, making people feel happy. The words that he said repeatedly but not verbally sent a trace of warmth into his heart. He held the paper in his hand, and his face gradually filled with a smile.

However, he suddenly called her every day. Sometimes in the morning, when she was still awake, sometimes in class, sometimes in the middle of the night, she would be half asleep and half awake.

He seemed very busy, and his voice was full of weariness. She was sometimes broken by him, but when she heard the tiredness in his voice, she had to lower the fire pressure.

He didn't have anything to do when he called, just asking what he had done. Most of the time, the two of them were at a loss for words after a short conversation.

She was either still sleeping or sleeping soundly, so she couldn't help but feel a little disheartened after being called out by someone. He, as a man, probably wasn't good at chatting, so he would usually just stay silent and hang up.

That night, Mu Ran was dragged to an elective class by Luo Xin Tong. Luo Xin Tong said that a handsome young professor had just arrived in the finance department, and was rumored to be the son of the school director. Luo Xin Tong, who had always been proud, was so confused that he had somehow managed to sneak into his elective class.

The professor was indeed young and handsome, and his talent was overpowering. As she sat in the corner of the large lecture hall, her mind suddenly recalled his face.

Suddenly, she felt that there was no one who could compare to him, not even Brother Wen Cheng. Lin Wen Cheng was somewhat gentle and refined, but he seemed to be very charming and arrogant, and his every movement carried a faint sense of nobility, as well as an overweeningly domineering aura.

Just like that, the two random classes ended. Outside the classroom, Luo Sintong pulled her eyes and laughed so hard that they seemed to be squinting into a line.

"How is it? Isn't he handsome? Charming, right? Do you have the temperament? "

Mu Wenwen rolled his eyes at her.

"Didn't you just say that you want to recite your name? "Why are you captivated by such a handsome guy?"

Luo Xingtong was outstanding in every aspect, but she had no resistance against handsome men. In her own words, everyone loved beauty, and she was only admiring beautiful things. Of course, it would be even better if these beautiful things could belong to her.

"Ai ai, Xiao Yan, Ding Ming is my brother. Although he is also very handsome, but he can't let his imagination run wild. That is incest!"

Lo Shinton could not help but poke her in the face when he heard her say that.

Luo Ding Ming's injuries had mostly recovered by now, so Luo Xin Tong's mood had returned to how it used to be. Mu Xiao was always envious of her for being able to live with such carelessness.

As the two of them were chatting, Mu Wenwen's cell phone suddenly rang. She looked at the phone and saw that it was from Little Xuan. Why did Little Xuan call her so late at night? Could it be that a child was sick?

"Senior Sister is in trouble!"

The moment she picked up the phone, Little Xuan's voice urgently came over.

"Gu, Second Young Master Gu is injured!"

"What?"

She felt as if someone had pounded on her chest, making it difficult for her to even breathe. Her legs gave way and she leaned against the wall behind her.