"Okay... so what do you want to eat for lunch..." The girl took a bite of the savory pancake, and suddenly felt a burning sensation in her throat, as if she were gnawing on Lin Mo's abs...

Eat me...

The incredible Feng Bao.

"I'll go to school at noon. You can just make something to eat, or I can cook it for you now and you can heat it up yourself at noon."

He still had to go find Ran Jiang; he didn't have time to discuss the issue of cannibalism versus human life with his proud childhood friend.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanfeng's tone was full of disappointment.

"Go to school to study? Isn't it a holiday?"

"School exams are coming up soon, sis. I need to study too, okay?"

"I teach you!"

I wouldn't dare let you teach me; that would really turn into private tutoring...

However, you definitely can't directly refuse her; you have to do it indirectly, tactfully.

"If you teach me... I won't be able to concentrate on my studies," Lin Mo said in a low voice, pretending to be a shy young Chu Nan.

"The reason is hard to say, but anyway... you know." Lin Mo gave her a meaningful look.

The words were like peeling a tomato off Jiang Wanfeng's cheek.

The blush that had just faded started to spread again.

"...I see, yes, it's really not very convenient for you guys..."

She stammered and gave a rambling response.

I treated you so badly... why are you so devoted to me...?

You're just daydreaming again, aren't you?

Leaving Jiang Wanfeng alone at home to practice water magic, Lin Mo made a hasty escape.

When visiting Li Qingran, one naturally cannot go empty-handed.

He'd become familiar with all the elderly people on the street.

Lin Mo and they shared a revolutionary friendship built on collecting recyclables; they'd snatched aluminum cans and cardboard boxes together—it was a case of "becoming friends through conflict."

Although Lin Mo has already gone ashore, he sometimes gets the urge to go back into the sea and rummage through the trash cans, giving away any good finds to the randomly appearing Old Deng.

There's no way around it; picking up trash has become an occupational hazard.

A bad guy named Deng also came ashore and opened an old-fashioned convenience store.

Lin Mo went to buy Little Tyrant game consoles as a gift for Ran Jiang. Old Deng from Biyang charged him 500 yuan, saying it was a collector's edition.

As expected, those who manage to ascend to the other side are the cunning ones. Lin Mo ascended to immortality with the help of a benefactor, while this old man is the kind of cunning Taoist who, even after ascending, is still stingy.

Lin Mo put the Little Tyrant (a popular Chinese game console) in his schoolbag and headed straight for Li Qingran's house.

I passed by the school on the way and saw Chen Yajie carrying a tattered little schoolbag as she entered the school gate.

Many senior high school students return to school for self-study during holidays, but top-performing classes are often an exception, emphasizing a balance between work and rest.

But Chen Yajie is an exception among exceptions.

After thinking it over, Lin Mo decided not to disturb her; it wasn't the right time yet.

He needs an opportunity, but not now.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived at Li Qingran's large villa, sent her a message, and received an instant reply.

【Qingran】: Go directly.

I'm coming in!

I didn't look closely last night, and only now do I realize that the yard is completely deserted, unlike the home the girl created in the game.

I pushed the door open; it was ajar. Stepping inside, it felt even more gloomy and disorienting. The huge sofa was covered in a layer of dust; it looked like a zombie abode.

Seeing all this, Lin Mo's mood suddenly sank, realizing that Li Qingran's story was heavier than he had imagined.

The phone rang.

【Qingran】: Second floor.

Upon reaching the second floor, things were a bit better. At the entrance were the little sneakers Ran Jiang usually wore... Lin Mo only noticed this upon closer inspection.

The shoelaces on the shoes were fake; they were the kind of shoes with tear-off buckles. There were also a few pairs of loafers, and the rest were Warrior walking shoes...

What an unexpected country bumpkin!

There are even shoes that light up! Lin Mo picked one up curiously and patted it. It actually lights up, damn it!

When I squatted down and examined it carefully...

A pair of sandals with Pikachu stickers suddenly caught his eye.

Beneath Pikachu are delicate pink toes, neatly trimmed nails with an alluring color, white tinged with pink, though somewhat thin, yet still very slender and graceful...

Wait a moment.

Lin Mo looked up and saw the aloof girl staring at him expressionlessly, her waist slightly bent, her hair hanging down like a wolf's hair brush dipped in pine soot ink.

At that moment, the glowing shoes he was holding suddenly lit up wildly, their colorful light shining onto Li Qingran's fair chin.

Yes, it's Colorful Ran-chan!

"Qingran, I was just curious." Lin Mo forced a smile, feeling like the sky was about to fall.

"Um..."

Li Qingran hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone and swiped and tapped, discovering something before handing it to Lin Mo:

On his phone screen was a post from three years ago on his QQ space.

[Actually, besides her legs, her feet are also really cool to pinch, shoes worn by beautiful girls... hehe...]

"Hehe." Li Qingran stiffly showed her white teeth and imitated him.

Hehe, so cute!

No way, who would go through my QQ space from three years ago? That damn Jiang Wanfeng is really wicked! She must have stolen my phone, why would he post something like that?!

"If you want it, you can," Li Qingran said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo swallowed hard, then glanced down at Li Qingran's feet.

The girl noticed his gaze and obediently poked her toes out of Pikachu, her jade-like insteps exposed to the air, food-grade...

It's far more beautiful than the images from yesterday.

"This pair?"

She asked, her voice icy.

Chapter 21 Li Qingran Wants to Wash Her Feet

"This pair?"

The girl's voice seemed to slow down time.

"These two?" Does this refer to the shoes or the jade...?"

Can I not take off my shoes, Ran-chan?

I prefer the warmth of people to lifeless objects.

Hmm? It's okay if my feet are cold, at least my mouth is warm.

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate, someone's stomach growled.

"Glug glug glug~"

Of course it couldn't be Lin Mo's; he just ate Chen Yajie's love-filled sauce pancake.

Oh dear, is Ranjiang's tummy making thunder?

"Hungry," Li Qingran said frankly.

"Ranbao, haven't you eaten yet? It's almost noon."

"No."

"Have you decided what to eat?"

"No."

She did sound very hungry and weak, but that didn't stop Lin Mo from feeling warm and rosy.

Hey, Ran-chan the AI, don't just reply with one word! It makes me feel like a simp!

Hmm, it's good to be able to lick it right to my doorstep. I see the first floor is pretty empty, so maybe I should stay there?

What do you usually eat at home?

"Takeout." Li Qingran placed her hand on her stomach, and Lin Mo's gaze followed, only to be surprised to find that the girl was wearing...a t-shirt.

Fortunately, the T-shirt didn't have anything like hellfire printed on it, but just a cheeky Crayon Shin-chan.

It looked surprisingly out of place on Li Qingran.

But then again, Li Qingran looks good in anything, which is a real bargain for Crayon Shin-chan.

"It's not good to always eat takeout."

Lin Mo wanted to bring some warmth and life to this quiet home.

"Is there a kitchen?"

"Ah."

Is there any food in the refrigerator?

"I don't know." Li Qingran shook her head.

Lin Mo thought about opening it to take a look, but as soon as he took a step, the girl tugged at his sleeve.

Turning around, Li Qingran, barefoot, calmly looked at him, accepting his advances.

Which pair?

I thought you were joking, baby. You actually sent me the original lunchbox, right?

"...Pikachu it is." After a deep internal struggle, Lin Mo decided to go for something new.

"Ah."

Li Qingran squatted down, picked up the Pikachu shoes, her ample bosom creating a cloud of mist, then stood up, the mist swirling around her, and handed the Pikachu shoes to Lin Mo.

"Qingran...do you spray perfume on your shoes?" The girlish scent wafting from her face made Lin Mo somewhat unable to control himself.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingran gave him a strange look.

"will not."

"Oh haha, so the shower gel must smell really good..."

“Sulfur soap,” Li Qingran pointed to the bathroom. “There’s no shower gel.”

Where's the shampoo?

"medicated soap."

Lin Mo choked, glanced at Li Qingran's smooth black hair, and thought to himself, is this what they call natural beauty?

Massaka...

"Um, where's the toothpaste?"

"Yaya Le," Li Qingran said after thinking for a moment, "Strawberry flavor."

"Yaya Le gives away Flying Chess." The girl's tone became a little lighter when she said this.

"......"

They're all classics.

Ran Jiang must be living in the past, more than a decade ago.

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