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Chapter 64 Xiao Ning, is Brother Mo delicious?

When Xiao Ning came out of Chen Mo's room, it was already past 2 a.m.

The corridor was dark, with only a sliver of pale moonlight filtering through the window at the end, casting a thin layer of frost on the floor tiles.

Xiao Ning stood with her legs together, taking much smaller steps than usual, each step as if she were cautiously testing something.

Her toes curled slightly inside the slippers, and when she landed, her heels hit the ground first, then she slowly flattened her feet, as if afraid of making a sound.

She reached up and pressed her lower abdomen, her face flushed, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears, down her neck, and down to her collarbone.

Xiao Ning walked unsteadily, a thin layer of sweat still clinging to her forehead and the tip of her nose, glistening in the moonlight. Her breathing had not yet fully calmed, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

Her lips were slightly swollen, redder than usual, like ripe cherries, with a moist sheen on the cupid's bow.

Her hair was a little messy, with a few stray strands slipping down from behind her ears and sticking to her cheeks and neck. They were soaked with sweat and clung to her skin, making her face look even whiter and more delicate.

Her pajamas were wrinkled, and the neckline was slightly askew, revealing a section of her fair collarbone and a small part of her shoulder.

She dragged her feet toward her room, each step light and airy, as if she were walking on clouds.

At that moment, the door on the left side of the corridor suddenly opened.

The sound of the door hinges turning was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

Xiao Ning's body stiffened abruptly, she froze on the spot, her fingers clenching the hem of her skirt, her heart pounding.

She quickly looked up, her eyes filled with a hint of panic, and gazed at the door.

The first thought that came to mind was...

If the door to their room opens, Coco and Sweetie will come out.

How is she supposed to explain why she hasn't gone back to her room to sleep?

Fortunately, she quickly realized that it wasn't her own room door that was open, but the door on the right side of the corridor—Xiaorou and Xiaolu's room.

Xiao Ning's tense heart finally relaxed, and her fingers, which were gripping the hem of her skirt, slowly loosened.

Xiao Rou and Xiao Lu walked out of that door. They were both wearing thin pajamas, their hair was a little messy, but their eyes were bright, without a trace of the grogginess of just waking up.

They look more like two cats about to steal some dried fish, cunning yet adorable.

They glanced at Xiao Ning, their gaze shifting from her flushed face to her wrinkled pajamas, and then to her hand pressed against her lower abdomen.

Then the two looked at each other and their lips curled up at the same time.

A knowing smile, tinged with a hint of mischief and intimacy, appeared on his face.

When Xiao Ning saw them smile, she felt a pang of guilt, as if she had been caught red-handed doing something wrong, and she lowered her head.

The blush on her round face deepened, becoming so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Her lips moved slightly, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz, the last syllable trembling slightly, carrying a guilty conscience.

"You guys—came out to use the restroom too?"

Xiaorou and Xiaolu exchanged a glance, their smiles deepening and their lips curving into a wider arc.

Xiao Rou took two steps forward, stood in front of Xiao Ning, tilted her head and looked at her, her voice low, soft, and sweet with a hint of mischievousness.

"Xiao Ning, is Brother Mo delicious?"

Xiao Ning's face flushed bright red instantly, starting from the base of her neck, as if someone had splashed a bowl of scalding tomato juice on her face, which then spread to her chin, cheeks, ears, and forehead.

Her face turned bright red, burning hot, so hot that she felt the temperature on her face could ignite the air.

Xiao Ning's lips trembled several times, but she couldn't utter a single word. Her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes as if she wanted to crumple the fabric.

Xiao Lu walked over to Xiao Ning, put her arm around her shoulder, pulled her closer, and leaned in, grinning as she said, "Don't be shy. We all know how you feel about Brother Mo, it's nothing. After all, Brother Mo saved you twice, it's normal for you to like him."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ning's face turned even redder, so red it looked as if blood was about to seep from under her skin.

But those images kept replaying in her mind.

The first time, outside the abandoned factory, Mo Ge appeared out of nowhere, single-handedly taking down more than twenty thugs and rescuing her from the clutches of the blond-haired man. He stood in the morning light, without a single scratch on his body.

The second time was yesterday afternoon on that street, when an out-of-control electric scooter rushed towards her. She was so terrified that her legs felt like they were nailed to the ground.

Mo rushed over and hugged her, rolling on the ground to shield her with his body.

If it weren't for Mo Ge, she might have died twice by now.

Her eyes were slightly red, whether from emotion or something else, she didn't know. Her voice was soft as she gently said, "Brother Mo—is my hero."

When she said that, there was a light in her round eyes, bright and touching.

Xiaorou and Xiaolu exchanged a glance, and a knowing smile flashed in their eyes at the same time.

Xiao Rou took half a step forward, her voice as soft as a cotton candy, with a seductive quality.

"Would you like to come with us to interview your hero again?"

Xiao Ning's face instantly turned even redder, so red that even the tips of her ears turned a transparent pink.

She shook her head vigorously, the two rosy cheeks on her round face swaying with her movement, her lips pressed tightly together.

"No—I'm not going. You guys go ahead, I need to rest."

Her voice was urgent and soft, as if she were running away.

Xiao Rou and Xiao Lu each grabbed one of her hands with a grin, Xiao Lu's voice as clear as a bell.

"Come on, let's go together, it'll be more fun with more people."

Xiao Rou nodded in agreement, her long, pinkish-purple hair slipping down her shoulders, her smile warm yet mischievous.

"Yeah, it's so boring being alone."

Xiao Ning was being pulled forward by one of their hands. She tried to break free but couldn't. She was already weak, and after all that, her legs and arms were even weaker. She was no match for the two energetic sisters.

Her face was flushed, her lips were pursed, her ears were red, and even her neck was red.

She felt like a kitten being lifted up, wanting to run but unable to escape, muttering under her breath, "I'm really not going," but her body had already been pulled to the door of Chen Mo's room.

The door was unlocked.

Xiao Rou reached out and pushed, and the door opened gently.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the figure on the bed.

The three girls tiptoed inside, and the door closed gently behind them.

The corridor fell silent again, and the moonlight gently spread across the floor tiles like a piece of unfurled silver silk.

After a moment, the door to the room on the right side of the corridor silently opened.

Sister Nan came out of the room.

She wasn't wearing slippers; her bare feet shone on the cold floor tiles, the moonlight illuminating her bare insteps, her skin as white as porcelain.

Her hair was a little messy, but her eyes were bright, without a trace of the drowsiness of just waking up, as if she hadn't slept at all.

She stood in the corridor, looking at the closed door at the end of the corridor, her eyes flickering slightly.

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