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It was fine that he didn't ask, but after hearing his question, the pain and grievance in my heart burst forth. My nose twitched and my eyes reddened. I lifted my arms and tightly embraced his neck, trying to extract a trace of warmth and relief from his body.

Song Mo Ran seemed to be shocked by me. I felt his body stiffen, but he quickly recovered. He lightly patted my back and his ice-cold lips lightly caressed my face.

He whispered into my ear, "Little girl, don't be afraid. I'm by your side."

Just a few simple words caused my suffocating heart to calm down. I let go of the hand on his neck, but Song Mo Ran kept it tightly in my embrace.

I looked up at him, stunned.

He lowered his head to look at me. His deep eyes seemed to contain a sea of stars. He raised his hand to stroke my hair and gently said, "Little girl, don't think too much. You only need to understand one thing. You are the woman I, Song Mo Ran, love."

The sudden confession made me flustered, and my left chest bounced wildly.

He slightly curled the corner of his mouth and lightly kissed my full forehead. His hand seemed to caress my back unintentionally as a trace of craftiness flashed across his eyes. His voice was so low and deep that it sounded like it was filled with poison, causing me to accidentally sink into depravity.

I subconsciously wanted to push him away, but he hugged me even more tightly. He bit my ear and gently said, "Little girl, after you pick me up, I want to run away?"

My face was already flushed red, and I suddenly thought of my sister in the small room. A layer of grief covered the bottom of my eyes as I turned my face away, and once again, I tried to push Song Mo Ran who was hugging me away and said, "Stop messing around, Song Mo Ran."

Song Mo Ran's body obviously stiffened as his eyes rapidly tightened. The hand that was holding onto me tightened as he said: "Stop messing around? "Little girl, I'm afraid I was right to say that."

Just as he said that, his kiss firmly landed on my lips. He violently pricked open the side of my teeth, his soft lips and tongue continuously teasing me. A pair of restless large hands quietly reached into my shirt and continuously moved behind my back.

How could I be a match for Song Mo Ran? However, after a few seconds of stalemate, I lost the match and fell into his land of gentleness.

This time, instead of struggling and robbing as before, this time, his movements were gentle, and I began to try to respond, to his kisses, to his passionate love.

Tightly clenching his fingers, the pain in my body made me groan. He kissed my earlobe and whispered into my ear, "Little girl, don't think anymore nonsense. Just obediently stay by my side and I will protect you for the rest of your life."

Slowly opening my eyes, I saw Song Mo Ran panting heavily on my body, perspiring profusely. In that instant, I had some doubts as to whether what I heard was real or fake, and some suspicions as to whether I was hearing things, but the moment my eyes met Song Mo Ran's, I knew that everything that happened was real.

A warm feeling of happiness welled up from the bottom of his heart as the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

After a good night's sleep, I fell into a deep sleep with my back against Song Mo Ran's chest. There was no dream for the entire night.

When he woke up the next day, the person beside his pillow had long since disappeared. For a time, a trace of disappointment flashed across his heart.

After changing his clothes and washing his face and rinsing his mouth, he walked out of his room. However, he was attracted by a burst of fragrance.

He followed the scent to the kitchen and was stunned when he saw what he saw.

In the kitchen, with the morning sun shining brightly, Song Mo Ran was busy in front of the stove in a light curly-colored housedress. Although it was a very ordinary thing to do, even though it was filled with the smell of tea, rice, and salt, Song Mo Ran felt like he did something unearthly.

I saw that he was a little lost in thought and just stood there blankly behind him. He didn't turn around, but he seemed to have already guessed that I was standing at the door. "Breakfast will be ready soon," he said.

As though I had been exposed, I touched my hair, at a loss of what to do. I turned around and walked to the dining table to sit down. I used my hands to hold my flushed face, feeling extremely vexed.

To be discovered, what a shame.

Just as I was about to wipe my neck, Song Mo Ran walked out with a bowl of lean meat porridge and looked at Song Mo Ran who placed a bowl in front of me. I couldn't help but blink my eyes and ask, "Did you really do this?"

Sure enough, Song Mo Ran's expression darkened immediately as he said in a deep voice, "If it wasn't me, could it be you?"

He stuck out his tongue and recalled that Song Mo Ran's cooking skills were usually dark food dishes … Under his intimidating gaze, I picked up the spoon and carefully scooped a spoonful into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a flash of anticipation in Song Mo Ran's eyes as the warm congee slid down his throat to his empty stomach. A sweet and blissful feeling emanated from within.

"Did you register for some cooking class?" I said, looking at him with a hint of disbelief.

The corner of Song Mo Ran's mouth twitched as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and said with a face full of pride, "This is innate talent."

He lowered his head to take another bite of the porridge and rolled his eyes silently as he mumbled, "Song Mo Ran still has such a shameless side to him."

"Little girl, what are you talking about?" Song Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and looked at me suspiciously.

I shook my head like a rattle and said, "It's nothing."

Song Mo Ran stood up and walked to my side with a meaningful smile on his face. He used his thumb to wipe the rice grains on the corner of my mouth and said, "Eat it, I'll send you to school."

His eyes were wide open as he looked at Song Mo Ran. His heart seemed to stop beating at any moment as if he had been drugged. He nodded dumbly.

Song Mo Ran looked at me in satisfaction before leaving.

After eating breakfast, I carried my backpack and followed behind Song Mo Ran, who had at some point changed into a silver suit. I obediently followed him out.

Song Mo Ran and I sat side by side as we nervously tugged at the corners of our clothes. When we opened the car window, a cool breeze blew in and brushed against the strands of hair on my forehead. Only then did I quietly heave a sigh of relief.

Song Mo Ran closed his eyes and dozed off, but his hand slowly moved over and gently held my right hand. His ice-cold fingertip made contact with my slightly burning skin. His ten fingers were clenched tightly, and beads of sweat dripped from his palms.