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Who's been partying every night?! Jiang Wanfeng, do you dare look me in the eye when you speak?! Huh?!

Do you understand that this kind of behavior distorts people's efforts?

After Jiang Wanfeng left, Lin Mo checked his phone; Li Qingran hadn't sent any more messages.

He was eager to find out why the girl had suddenly started giving him "benefits," and he felt a strong urge to ask.

But when I saw that her profile picture had been changed to Steve, my initial itch turned into a soft heart.

He sighed inwardly.

Compared to Jiang Wanfeng, Li Qingran is the one who craves love more.

Poor at socializing and speaking, a broken family, and weak friendships.

Her aloofness was merely a facade; she was admired and envied by everyone, yet rejected by everyone, rejected by the world itself.

Others assumed this was her nature, and they admired her beauty from afar with a sense of awe and kept her at arm's length.

But when she truly meets someone who understands her, the girl will open her heart completely.

Just like last night,

She's the little dog who silently follows you, afraid of being abandoned, so she whimpers softly, picks up the rope from the ground, hands it to you, wags her tail, and licks your wounds...

"call."

After regrouping and washing up, I went to the living room to eat the eight-treasure porridge that Jiang Wanfeng had cooked.

They actually added goji berries...

Lin Mo deliberately picked out all the goji berries, but Jiang Wanfeng kept giving him a strange look and stopped him with her chopsticks.

"Don't pick them out, eat them."

"You indirectly did that," Lin Mo tapped her chopsticks. "Your chopsticks were touching, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

Upon hearing this, a faint blush appeared on the girl's pale face.

"What...tsk, I'm not using these chopsticks!"

He probably won't find out... I often switch his chopsticks and use them secretly when he's not looking...

"Cough cough cough..." Lin Mo choked. No wonder the chopsticks sometimes felt off; they were imported chopsticks from a beautiful girl.

"You can even choke on a bowl of porridge," Jiang Wanfeng pouted and complained.

How could a poet not be choked by your dark thoughts?

"The porridge is quite delicious." Lin Mo repaid evil with kindness, smiling at her.

"Is...is that so..." Jiang Wanfeng turned her head to the side.

The girl's originally sharp lips suddenly pursed, appearing quite shy.

"It was just something I cooked casually."

He likes...getting up early to prepare breakfast is useful!

Lin Mo was taken aback, glancing at the girl who was timidly drinking her porridge. This was a rare moment of gentleness in her.

He couldn't understand Jiang Wanfeng's psychology anymore. One moment he was a pervert and the next he was a warm-hearted person. Could it be that he had a split personality?

"Jiang Wanfeng, how have I treated you?"

"Huh? Why are you asking that?" The girl looked up, met his gaze, and then looked away again in an instant.

Back and forth, they drew out threads of ambiguity.

She nervously stroked the rim of the porcelain bowl.

"You... you're just like that."

I'm not going to tell you.

"Oh."

Lin Mo continued drinking his porridge, figuring that Jiang Wanfeng probably also possessed information he couldn't yet uncover.

A young girl's thoughts are both alluring and dangerous.

...

Jiang Wanfeng and I arrived at school together. In the corridor, we saw Hu Yu'en walking towards us.

When Lin Mo saw her, his head spun several times.

The fox-like girl smiled broadly and immediately took Jiang Wanfeng's hand. While seemingly getting closer to Jiang Wanfeng, she inadvertently also closed the distance between herself and Lin Mo.

"Fengfeng, is this what you always say you keep saying..."

"Don't tell!" Jiang Wanfeng warned, her little face serious.

"Mmm, I know, it's a secret~" Hu Yu'en playfully covered her mouth, her voice low.

"Can I get to know him?"

"Well... I'm not anyone to him, so it's up to you." Jiang Wanfeng's brows furrowed subconsciously, showing remarkable generosity towards her best friend.

"...If we're just acquaintances, it shouldn't be a problem..."

"Don't worry, Fengfeng~ I'm just getting to know you a bit, so it won't be awkward when we meet again~"

"I already said it's whatever..."

"Thank you, Fengfeng~"

Having received Jiang Wanfeng's permission, Hu Yu'en then extended her delicate, white hand to Lin Mo.

"Hello classmate, my name is Hu Yu'en, I'm in Class 1, and I'm also Fengfeng's good friend~"

Lin Mo stared into the girl's fox-like eyes. The girl tilted her head, her eyes narrowing into crescents, her lips slightly pursed in a smile, appearing both well-mannered and gentle.

But the glint of curiosity and excitement hidden in her eyes...

Jiang Wanfeng, you've really made a good friend.

"Uh, my name is Lin Mo..."

But... isn't this a bit too fake? Do we really need to shake hands so formally to make friends these days?

Lin Mo's hand was only halfway out when, as expected, Jiang Wanfeng blocked it.

"Okay, okay!" The girl's breathing became erratic. "We've already met, so a handshake is fine."

"Hmm~" Hu Yu'en raised her bright eyebrows, pouting her pink lips in a wronged manner, "You know, Fengfeng, this is our family tradition..."

"It's just a courtesy~ It's just a handshake~"

"Then, let's shake hands." Jiang Wanfeng remained as aggressive as ever, completely defenseless against her friend's coquettishness and enthusiasm.

"Uh-huh!"

Smiling, Hu Yu'en's hand, like a nimble little snake, swiftly slipped out from under Jiang Wanfeng's arm.

Lin Mo suddenly felt a tickle on his hand, a tingling, numbing sensation from the girl's fingertips, like the forked tongue of a serpent.

Seeing this scene,

Jiang Wanfeng visibly held her breath, her whole body stiffened, her face turned deathly pale, and her cold, sharp eyes widened in disbelief.

"Look, Fengfeng, isn't it just for a little while?"

"Yes..."

"Alright, then we're acquainted. Nice to meet you in the future!"

"Let's go, Wanfeng, I have a question for you."

Hu Yu'en, holding Jiang Wanfeng's arm, pulled the numb girl towards the classroom like a pampered wife. Her honey-glazed lips chattered incessantly, and she even turned back to wink at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo had never seen Jiang Wanfeng's face look so bad.

My heart aches so much...why?

[How strange...it was just a handshake...it hurts!]

The girl's inner musings also began to exhibit extraordinary abnormalities.

Lin Mo summarized a pattern about Jiang Wanfeng: it seemed that whenever her heart was greatly disturbed, intelligence would reveal her true feelings.

As for Hu Yu'en... she's quite a character.

Arriving at the classroom,

Li Huowang was at the back of the classroom, talking to a group of guys from the next class using sign language. When they saw Lin Mo, they all gave him cynical looks.

"Are you guys making Rasengan? Your hand seals are so complicated!" Lin Mo shouted, yelling loudly because of the distance.

However, upon hearing this, the group of people widened their eyes, frantically making shushing gestures at him, their gazes no different from looking at a ghost...

Upon closer inspection, she found Li Qingran lying unconscious in her seat.

Oh.

The saintess is in seclusion, practicing asceticism.

These outer disciples are stationed here as guards.

Before he could take more than a few steps, Li Qingran seemed to sense his presence and woke up.

The girl blinked her beautiful, bewildered eyes, her gaze drifting aimlessly before finally settling on him, unable to look away.

A small red mark was pressed into her pale cheek by the table, and an irresistibly cute and innocent charm emerged from her aloof demeanor.

For the first time, Lin Mo had a concrete understanding of the beauty of drowsiness and languor.

The world suddenly became quiet.

"Looking at what?" She blinked her clear eyes.

"Look at you, you're very beautiful."

"Hmm..." Li Qingran nodded her fair chin, shifted her body, and moved away from his position.

"What did you send on QQ...?" Lin Mo realized that his speech was starting to resemble Li Qingran's; he couldn't even speak in complete sentences, leaving the other half of his meaning for others to guess.

There's a real difference between online and real life. When facing a girl with such a powerful aura as Li Qingran, any words you've prepared will fall apart the moment you open your mouth.

The more you understand her, the more you become immersed in her.

Li Qingran lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment.

"I saw it on QQ Space."

"You like legs."

So... I'll show you.

Maru, her QQ space was being spied on by a robot girl.

His QQ space was full of juicy posts and cheesy daily life updates. The thought of being watched by Li Qing one by one made his facial muscles twitch with embarrassment.

As she spoke, the girl suddenly took Lin Mo's hand in her hands.

It feels very cold to the touch, and looks very slender and bony, but it's still soft in your palm.

Lin Mo was stunned. He saw Li Qingran slowly place his hand on her thigh, her gaze and voice falling simultaneously.

"Yes, that's fine."

Chapter 13 Qingran the Puppy, the Frail Girl

A slap like that will definitely leave a blood-red handprint.

It was late August, the height of summer, and the girl's legs were only covered by a thin layer of light blue school trousers.

The pants were very smooth, indicating that Li Qingran had washed them very carefully, which inevitably made one wonder how smooth and tender the skin beneath that layer of chemical nylon knitwear must be.

Lin Mo swallowed hard, pressed his hand down slightly, and felt the cool, latex-like texture touch every cell.

It will bounce back.

The cuffs weren't boxer briefs; they were all soft.

Lin Mo thought about the photos she had seen that morning and realized that calling it ice cream might be an inaccurate description.