Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 195 Is the only part of the face that gets massaged?
Mo Yixia hates snow.

Along with that, I hate winter, I hate the cold, I hate the 22-degree air conditioning and the thick down jacket.

She also hated summer. The weather was always hot and the air was always stuffy. The cicadas outside the window chirped terribly. The so-called restless souls in school and the so-called youthful exuberance on the basketball court were all uninteresting to her.

She also disliked spring and autumn. The so-called seasons of gestation and harvest were nothing more than expectations imposed by the world. The seeds sown with joy in spring would be dashed if they did not yield the desired harvest in autumn, turning into deep disappointment. The next spring and autumn were still far away, so she could only force a smile and impose new expectations on other things.

In the span of dozens or even hundreds of years of life, how many unfulfilled expectations does a person have to bear?
If it all falls through, who will continue to live with this heavy regret?
Rather than saying she hated the four seasons, it would be more accurate to say she hated the world, a world woven from all sorts of heavy expectations.

Hoping one's son will become a dragon, one's daughter a phoenix, and to grow old together... even such beautiful wishes are shrouded in a gloomy hue in her eyes.

Mo Yixia realized early on that she might be ill.

She tends to view the world negatively, dislikes the expectations of others, and is unwilling to have too many expectations for the things around her. This stems from her deep-seated aversion to the word itself, as well as her dislike of the disappointment of unmet expectations.

Even today, she doesn't think it's a world she likes.

but……

If I really hate this world so much, then why am I so reluctant to leave it now?

Mo Yixia felt that she was a contradictory person. Perhaps because of this, although she could often understand other people's thoughts, she always found it difficult to see her own heart clearly.

They were clearly mentally prepared, but their hands and feet, frozen stiff, were still trying to grab or step on something. Their lips tried to open several times, attempting to say something other than "Let's go" to the figure in the distance.

She didn't want to leave like this.

The moment her body was half-suspended in mid-air, Mo Yixia saw the figure in her line of sight seem to say something. She tried to see more clearly, but the flying snowflakes just happened to get into her eyes, blurring her vision for a moment.

It was this moment of blurriness that prevented her from seeing what Han Zhou said, and she didn't have the chance to see him one last time.

My body was falling, and all I could hear was the annoying sound of the wind.

Mo Yixia suddenly felt a little regretful—

I really should have said a proper goodbye to this guy, right?

But if I really say that, this guy will definitely do something stupid and rush over to save me because he can't bear to leave me, right?
She had a premonition.

After all, this guy's thoughts are written all over his face.

But then she thought about it again and realized that there was nothing to regret. After all, even if she had the chance to say goodbye, she wouldn't know what to say.

Of all the farewells, the only one she didn't dislike was "see you tomorrow."

Given the current situation, it's clear that we can't say we'll meet tomorrow, so let's just leave it at that.

but……

I'm still a little unwilling to accept it.

Perhaps I could try flashing a beautiful and captivating smile that this guy will never forget?

The moment she slid off the cliff, Mo Yixia saw the moon hanging high in the sky.

Everyone says the moon is fullest on the 16th of the lunar month, but she doesn't know where that saying came from. She just can't tell the difference between tonight's moon and last night's moon.

but……

The moon this year is rounder than in any previous year.

"Yisha!"

The almost roaring shout shattered all the noise around her. The sound was so close that Mo Yixia's mind went blank for a moment. Her gradually sinking thoughts were pulled back, and then she felt herself being pulled into someone's arms.

Even through the cold, heavy down jacket, she could almost feel the intense heat emanating from the other person, and their heart pounding almost uncontrollably.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The moon overhead suddenly became blurry, as if it had been stained with ink. My eyes felt a little cold, and the snowflakes that had just gotten into my eyes seemed to melt away.

Fool.

Fool.

Aren't you smart enough after eating so much fish?

Looking at the face so close to hers, the girl felt an uncontrollable surge of bitterness in her heart. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she struggled to hug the other person tightly.

In the last second before losing consciousness, a strange thought suddenly popped into her mind—

Down jackets are really annoying.

……

Cold, painful.

Mo Yixia felt as if she had a very long dream.

She couldn't remember exactly what she dreamed about, only that it was a summer day, the weather was nice, it was a bit hot, but it was cool under the shade of the trees, the air was stuffy and the wind carried an annoying dryness, but the sun was shining brightly, and the cicadas were a bit noisy, but surprisingly pleasant to hear.

It was a summer that wasn't too bad. No, wait.

It was a summer worth enjoying.

Because in this season... she met some not-so-bright guy.

I struggled to open my eyes. All around me was a dark and cramped space, with cold walls and scattered lights.

The faint pain in her body quickly pulled Mo Yixia back to her senses. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly shifted her gaze, as if she were urgently searching for something.

The next second she relaxed.

By the faint glow of her phone, she saw Han Zhou, who was only wearing a hoodie, yawning and rubbing his face in a drowsy state.

Despite it being an unknown location that didn't look too good, the girl felt relieved the moment she saw this guy.

She didn't speak, but quietly felt the warmth from his large palm for a while before speaking softly.

"Did you finally give in?"

The moment she spoke, she discovered that her voice had actually returned to normal. Not only that, her previously weak body had also recovered considerably; at least her hands and feet were no longer stiff.

Although the voice was very soft, Han Zhou still heard it. He instantly perked up and looked at Mo Yixia with surprise and delight: "You're awake?"

"Ah."

Mo Yixia quietly looked at Han Zhou, without asking him why he was only wearing a hoodie, because she could feel the softness beneath her; this guy had used his clothes as a makeshift bed for her.

Not only that, she also noticed that she was covered with bed sheets, blankets, and the other person's windbreaker; basically everything that could be used to keep her warm had been used to cover her.

"Are you hungry?"

Seeing that she was in good spirits, Han Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as he took out a piece of chocolate. "Would you like something to eat?"

Mo Yixia looked at him for a while, making sure that this was not an illusion, before softly replying, "Half a piece."

"You only eat half a piece each time, are you planning to lose weight?"

Han Zhou casually joked, fed her half a piece of chocolate, and put the other half into his own mouth.

"Did you take this from my pocket?" Mo Yixia asked.

"Hmm." Han Zhou put on a relaxed expression. "Don't worry about not having enough to eat. I brought a backpack with me when I went out, and there's plenty of food in it."

He pointed to the backpack placed against the wall.

Mo Yixia didn't seem to care about that and continued to ask, "Which pocket?"

"what?"

"I asked you which pocket the chocolate came from?"

Han Zhou paused for a moment, then thought for a second and said, "What's wrong with the box of chocolates in your left pocket?"

"nothing."

Mo Yixia shook her head, a satisfied smile appearing on her face, and asked, "Is there any water?"

"Yes, but I only brought my water bottle."

Han Zhou unscrewed the lid of the cup, feeling that this guy's smile was inexplicable. As if he suddenly thought of something, his expression gradually became strange. While handing over the cup, he asked, "You didn't really lick every single piece of chocolate, did you?"

Mo Yixia neither admitted nor denied it, calmly took a sip of water, and said lightly, "I don't mind using your water cup."

"Is this a matter of whether I mind or not?" Han Zhou asked irritably.

He had always thought the guy was joking about the chocolate, but now he suddenly wasn't so sure...

However, seeing that Mo Yixia was still acting so unseriously, he felt relieved. Although the two of them had survived this ordeal, they were still in a dangerous situation. It was good that this girl could maintain a good attitude.

Mo Yixia handed him the cup, not immediately asking where they were, but looking at him with a scrutinizing expression, and said slowly, "What were you doing just now?"

Han Zhou knew she was asking about the time he had just rubbed her face, and said in a serious tone, "Your face is frozen, let me massage it for you."

That was not the case, of course; he was actually treating Mo Yixia.

【Experience Makes You a Doctor (Enhanced): Effect 1: Improved physical strength and immunity, significantly reducing the probability of infection and enhancing the overall immune system; Effect 2: For any illness you have suffered and recovered from, you can spend points to learn corresponding medical methods, the number of points required will vary depending on the situation】

Mo Yixia's body was not as immune to all diseases as his. After staying in the freezing snow for so long, she had already shown signs of fever. He mainly used his "experience as a doctor" to help her reduce the fever.

This skill requires physical contact to activate, which is why he touched Mo Yixia's forehead and rubbed her face.

Yes, it was just a side trip.

Mo Yixia certainly wouldn't believe such a lame excuse, but she didn't delve into it. She simply silently felt her no longer stiff limbs and her unusually warm chest for a while, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Is your massage limited to the face?"

(End of this chapter)