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On Mo Chengyuan's side.

Liu Yunshu slumped on the sofa, rubbing her sore and trembling arms, muttering complaints under her breath.

"If I'd known push-ups were this tiring, I wouldn't have done them!"

Mo Chengyuan scooped up a spoonful of mango smoothie and held it to her lips, his voice filled with laughter.

"Now you know you're tired? Who was just patting their chest and saying, 'I can definitely do it'?"

Liu Yunshu took a big bite of the spoon, and the icy mango smoothie slid down her throat.

The soreness in her arm vanished instantly, and she glared at him, cheeks puffed out: "I always feel like you're bluffing me!"

Mo Chengyuan's eyes flickered, and he solemnly pulled back the spoon, scooped up another spoonful, and handed it over.

"How did I lie to you? Didn't I give you a mango smoothie?"

Liu Yunshu opened her mouth to catch it, and mumbled with shaved ice in her mouth, "That's not what I meant... Mmm, so delicious!"

A hint of a smile flashed in Mo Chengyuan's eyes as he fed the baby another spoonful. "What?"

Liu Yunshu was busy eating her shaved ice and completely forgot what she was about to say. She just waved her hand vaguely and said, "N-nothing, eat this first!"

The cool mango flesh, coated with delicate shaved ice, is just the right amount of sweet, instantly making you forget all about the sourness and pain.

Mo Chengyuan looked at her, her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He kept the spoon in his hand, feeding her spoonful after spoonful to her mouth.

Only after finishing half a bowl of shaved ice did Liu Yunshu let out a satisfied burp, slump back onto the sofa, and rub her round belly.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm so full..."

Mo Chengyuan put down the empty bowl, reached out and gently rubbed her stomach, his movements incredibly tender: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

The moment his fingertips touched her waist, Liu Yunshu flinched, laughing as she dodged away, "Don't touch me! It tickles!"

Liu Yunshu laughed until tears almost came out. She reached out to push his hand away, but he grabbed it instead.

He pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice low and gentle: "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

The person in his arms instantly quieted down, leaning softly against him, their breathing gradually becoming steady.

Mo Chengyuan looked down and could see the soft whorl of hair on her head, and smell the faint mango scent in her hair. His heart was so full it felt like it was about to overflow.

"Yun Shu, thank you..."

Liu Yunshu leaned against him, slightly taken aback when she heard these words. She looked up at him, her amber eyes full of doubt: "What are you thanking me for?"

Mo Chengyuan lowered his head, his fingertips gently tracing her cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness that could melt water: "Thank you for appearing in my life."

Liu Yunshu looked up at him, smiling sweetly, "I came here specifically for you guys~"

She said "them" very softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Chengyuan's body stiffened instantly, and he looked down at the person in his arms.

A sly glint flashed in Liu Yunshu's eyes as she waited for his reaction, but he suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and pressed his warm lips against hers.

This kiss was gentler than ever before, carrying the sweetness of mango shaved ice, lightly brushing against her lips, and slowly deepening.

Liu Yunshu's heart skipped a beat, and she unconsciously wrapped her arms around his waist, closing her eyes to meet his.

Only when she was almost out of breath did Mo Chengyuan slowly release her, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing somewhat rapid: "Did you come specifically for me?"

Liu Yunshu's cheeks flushed, and she nuzzled his nose against hers, letting out a soft "hmm."

And your brother too.

Mo Chengyuan chuckled softly, gazing at her affectionately. He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead, the warmth of his embrace making her reluctant to leave.

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Mo Chengyan had just finished racing, and his black and red racing suit was still covered in track dust.

Sweat trickled down his jawline from his forehead, but he didn't look disheveled at all; instead, he exuded a wildness.

He ripped off his helmet and tossed it to the passenger seat, then grabbed a bottle of mineral water and chugged down most of it. The icy water slid down his neck and into his collar, barely managing to quell the heat from the race.

Suddenly, I felt my heart racing, and a strong feeling of love welled up inside me.

The feeling came without warning, like a gust of wind suddenly surging out on the track, instantly enveloping him.

He paused, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the mineral water bottle, causing the bottle to deform slightly under the pressure.

"What the hell?" he muttered, trying to ignore the inexplicable emotion.

But this emotion, like a vine, entwined itself around me, coursing through my blood and into every part of my body, even making my fingertips feel warm and burning.

He scratched his hair in frustration, the zipper of his racing suit slipped down, revealing a small patch of his delicate collarbone, still damp with sweat.

Lin Weiwei stood not far away, gazing at him intently. Mo Chengyan was so handsome.

Even the way he scratched his hair in frustration exuded a wildness that others didn't possess.

Sweat dripped from her forehead onto her collarbone, sliding down the lines, making her heart skip a beat.

She couldn't help but step forward, clutching a towel in her hand, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

As she walked to his side, she took a deep breath before speaking softly, "Young Master Mo, would you like to wipe your sweat?"

Just as he was about to say no, a strange feeling of love suddenly welled up inside him. He looked at Lin Weiwei with suspicion, could it be...?

Mo Chengyan looked Lin Weiwei up and down.

[No way?! I could fall in love with this stiff-looking woman?!]

Watching her crush scrutinize her from head to toe, Lin Weiwei's palms sweated with nervousness.

Her fingers tightened their grip on the towel, and she even held her breath.

She could feel Mo Chengyan's gaze on her, with a hint of inquiry.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she could only look down at the tips of her shoes, adding softly, "I just... just took them out of my bag, they're clean."

Mo Chengyan's Adam's apple bobbed, and the burning love in his heart was still surging.

But seeing the person in front of me so nervous that they were almost crumpling the towel, I felt it was absurd.

He's never been interested in these kinds of cautious attempts to be friendly, so why today...?

He frowned, reached out and snatched the towel away, his movements not gentle, but not in an attempt to embarrass her: "Alright, take it."

Lin Weiwei was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had taken the towel. Her eyes lit up instantly, and most of her previous tension dissipated.

She watched as Mo Chengyan haphazardly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Sweat was still rolling down through the open collar of his racing suit. He couldn't help but whisper again, "It's windy on the track today, weren't you careful while you were racing...?"

"Mind your own business!" With that, Mo Chengyan turned and left impatiently.

Looking at Lin Weiwei, who looked dejected, Liu Yang put his arm around Mo Chengyan's neck and looked at him with a mischievous grin.

"Hey! Yan-ge, didn't you say Lin Weiwei wasn't your type? Why did you accept her towel?"

Mo Chengyan retaliated with an elbow strike, his tone full of impatience: "Let go! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Liu Yang nimbly dodged the elbow strike, moved even closer, and couldn't hide the mockery in his eyes: "Nonsense? I saw everything, we were just chatting!"

Lister walked over, twirling his car keys in his hand.

His gaze swept between the two of them, finally settling on the towel draped over Mo Chengyan's shoulder. He raised an eyebrow: "Oh, this pink towel doesn't seem like your style. Where did you get it?"

"Look!" Liu Yang gestured with his chin toward Lin Weiwei.

Lister looked in the direction Liu Yang pointed and met Lin Weiwei's hastily averted gaze.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he whistled softly, "Brother Yan, you just said she wasn't big-breasted, how come now..."

"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting in public!" Mo Chengyan looked at him unhappily. No matter what, the other person was a girl.

He glared fiercely at Lister, his tone full of warning: "If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll make you run ten laps on the track!"

Lister immediately raised his hands, smiling and pleading, "No, Brother Yan, I was wrong, okay?"

Mo Chengyan snorted coldly, pulled off the pink towel from his shoulder, and casually threw it into the laundry basket in the public rest area.

He needs to figure out in the next few days whether this strange emotion is related to this woman named Lin!

Liu Yang watched as the towel was tossed into the laundry basket, then leaned closer to Mo Chengyan and teased in a low voice, "Why throw it away? It'd be better to keep it as a souvenir; maybe it can even become a token of our love someday!"

Mo Chengyan glanced at him sideways, "I'll give it to you as a token of our love, do you want it or not?"

Liu Yang immediately waved his hand, a sly smile on his face: "It wasn't for me."

Mo Chengyan scoffed, "Whoever loses today should treat everyone to dinner, I'm starving!"

Liu Yang immediately agreed, putting his hand on Mo Chengyan's shoulder and pulling him towards the restaurant: "Alright! I already made a reservation, I guarantee you'll have a great time!"