The twinkling starry sky flickered in and out.
The crimson roses appeared and disappeared.
The full moon hung upside down.
Her long hair flowed like a waterfall.
In the newly renovated music room, Zhou Wang was caught off guard by Jiang Mo.
He didn’t know if the darkness had given his senior the courage, or if it was a passion long-awaited, but Zhou Wang suddenly realized that in front of such a forward senior, he was completely caught off guard.
Jiang Mo pressed Zhou Wang onto the carpet, looking at him with eyes that glimred with starry light. Perhaps sensing his confusion, she hooked her arms around his shoulders, leaned her head close to his ear, and mouthed sothing.
"...What?"
Zhou Wang, tickled by Jiang Mo’s long, cascading hair, instinctively tilted his head but couldn’t hear her clearly.
"I said..."
Jiang Mo bit her lip, a flash of embarrassnt in her eyes. However, after a mont of hesitation, she mustered the courage and whispered in a voice louder than before, "Dad... Daddy..."
Whoa!
Zhou Wang’s eyes opened wide. He knew he must look ridiculous at the mont, but it didn’t stop him from feeling extrely exhilarated.
The senior’s voice naturally carried a bit of hoarseness at this mont, and coupled with her genuine shyness, it was as destructive to Zhou Wang as a nuclear weapon.
"...Can you say it again?"
"Daddy."
Jiang Mo obediently repeated it.
"Sounds good, love to hear it, one more ti?"
"..."
After repeating a few tis, Jiang Mo finally fell silent, just burying her head on Zhou Wang’s shoulder.
With a beaming smile, Zhou Wang whispered sothing again into Jiang Mo’s ear.
Jiang Mo’s body trembled and she shook her head, refusing despite Zhou Wang’s persuasion.
Zhou Wang knew it wasn’t that she didn’t want to agree with him; after all, the senior had almost never refused any of his requests. This ti it was truly a bit too much, completely against her nature, and calling it once was probably her limit.
Ah, it seems the endeavor to get the senior to say sothing proper is still a long way off.
But given the senior’s cool deanor and her unapproachable features, if he could succeed, tsk tsk...
...
Celibacy discipline check-in, day four, failed.
...
More than half an hour later, in the bright mode of the second floor, Zhou Wang lay half-reclined with Jiang Mo on a 580,000 Bentley lazy sofa. The thermostatic air conditioning system blocked out the chill of the autumn wind but was not too warm for the two who had worked up a sweat and weren’t wearing clothes; it was just right.
After lying for a while, Zhou Wang reached for the cigarettes on the side, and when he saw his phone, he rembered sothing, quickly patting the senior to gesture for her to shift a little.
Sitting up, Zhou Wang made a call to Xiao An. As expected, without his instructions, nearly an hour had passed with Xiao An still "obliviously hanging around" in the yard.
Telling the other person to quickly go to the first floor to avoid the wind and make a pot of hot tea to warm up, after Zhou Wang hung up the phone, Jiang Mo half-propped herself up to light a cigarette for Zhou Wang, her expression hesitant.
Since they were quite familiar with each other, Zhou Wang asked in surprise, "What’s wrong?"
"Xiao An..."
Jiang Mo had only said two words when Zhou Wang beca a bit nervous instinctively.
"What’s up with Xiao An?"
"This sister is a very nice person."
Fortunately, Jiang Mo just said that.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Wang was stunned, "You two haven’t said much to each other, so how do you know?"
"It’s just a feeling."
Jiang Mo thought for a mont and softly added, "The way she looks at is very friendly... There might be sothing else too, but I can’t express it."
You can even feel that?
Zhou Wang grunted, but this topic wasn’t suitable for a deeper conversation, so he quickly changed the subject:
"Right, senior, I haven’t asked you yet, that thing...where did you learn it from?"
Zhou Wang was genuinely curious.
Most guys certainly like their girlfriends to be a bit open, especially that particular term, which, for n, cos with an inexplicable sense of achievent.
At first, it was for this reason that Zhou Wang was completely controlled by Su Yajing.
But Jiang Mo was different.
In this aspect, Zhou Wang had a lot of concerns about her.
Jiang Mo’s parents’ situation would make Zhou Wang worry that she might be sensitive in this regard, so Zhou Wang was more cautious... Jokes taken too far beco less humorous.
Of course, Jiang Mo knew what Zhou Wang was asking about. Upon hearing this, she buried her head again and muffled, "Husband, I said you can’t bla ..."
Oh?
It was the first ti Zhou Wang heard Jiang Mo speak in this slightly coquettish tone, instantly becoming more interested and patted Jiang Mo’s behind, "Quick, tell !"
Jiang Mo, however, first rolled off the sofa, found her phone, and handed it to Zhou Wang, likely indicating for him to see for himself.
The password on Jiang Mo’s phone was Zhou Wang’s birthday (which he had set himself), so he didn’t hesitate to unlock it, finding himself on the WeChat interface right upon entry.
Whether Jiang Mo had a habit of deleting chat history or her social circle was just too narrow, likely the latter, glancing through the chat interface revealed only five or six lonely conversation boxes.
Naturally, at the top was Zhou Wang, and further down, there were four chat boxes marked with red numbers, including recently added Xiao An, unsurprisingly Ding Yi, and a friend nad "Peining," who should be the one Jiang Mo recently befriended. However, when his gaze went further down, Zhou Wang suddenly sat up in shock.
"Su Ranran?"
Indeed, on Jiang Mo’s WeChat, there was actually a chat box with Su Yajing.
Zhou Wang confird the nickna, and the profile picture, unmistakably, it was Su Yajing herself...
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