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Li Qingran asked again,

"Didn't I already say..."

"Feet," Li Qingran added. "Shower gel, what...scent?"

unbelievable.

Ranjiang, have you also caught the "defying nature syndrome"? Can shower gel be described by its scent? Shouldn't you ask me what scent I like?

So you mean, when you buy Safeguard foot bath, you ask me what flavor I like? I don't have any dietary restrictions, and I generally prefer the original flavor.

"Uh...high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods," Lin Mo replied tactfully.

But upon hearing his words, the aloof young woman frowned.

"The original scented shower gel also has a fragrance."

Don't stir-fry, Ran Jiang is grilling.

"Not washing...is unhealthy."

"Let's not think about this anymore," Lin Mo interrupted the nearly misguided, clueless girl in a serious tone. "Just buy whatever you like."

But Li Qingran's brows furrowed even deeper, and she even seemed somewhat anxious and uneasy.

She leaned close to Lin Mo, her eyes sparkling, eager to tell him her thoughts:

"I like..."

"Your favorite."

The voice fell,

Lin Mo's hand holding the kitchen knife trembled.

I wish I could stab myself and cut my heart out to show Ran Jiang.

Chapter 22 I Originally Yearned for Death, But You Became Fascinated by the Human World (6700 words) Please continue reading!

The noodles were ready, but Lin Mo's heart was still touched by Li Qingran's words.

I'm fantasizing again, fantasizing about a cold, aloof high school girl who's indifferent to everyone but gentle only towards me, always thinking of me, wanting to give me her feet...

Thinking of this, Lin Mo couldn't help but smile. Could it be...?

"Good." Li Qingran bit off a piece of noodle with her pearly teeth, chewed it carefully, and before even swallowing it, she eagerly expressed her opinion.

Delicious! It really looks delicious. Ranbao, you're so good-looking that you make people want to eat more.

She hurriedly took another sip of soup, slightly burned herself, and stuck out her pink tongue, babbling for a while.

What does it look like when someone with facial paralysis sticks out their tongue?

The answer is "dumb and cute." Anyone who says they'll raise their hands should be dragged out and shot!

Once the burning sensation on her tongue subsided, the girl closed her eyes to savor the taste. Only when the steam from the noodles condensed into droplets on Li Qingran's forehead did she open her eyes again.

"Um..."

"Your taste."

Ranjiang, the way you're talking is a bit risqué.

It's much more astringent than ginger.

"What does it taste like?" Lin Mo slurped up a mouthful of noodles, then served himself a little, just like usual.

Li Qingran glanced at him, then at her large bowl of noodles, and began to shake her head:

"wrong."

"It's not enough, the flavor..."

The girl suddenly stood up, first moving a chair next to him, then bringing over the noodles, and finally sitting down close to him.

"eat together."

"Only then."

That tastes very much like chicken.

That's how we always ate when we were kids. We'd share a pair of chopsticks, one bite for you, one bite for me. Each person only used one chopstick, and we'd roll the noodles around it and eat them like a lollipop.

Before Lin Mo could react, the girl had already twirled the noodles with her chopsticks and held them to his mouth.

The rising steam obscured the girl's dreamlike face.

Her gaze was like that of a puppy, hoping Lin Mo would accept the food she offered.

But Lin Mo's gaze was fixed on the girl's hands, which were as white as ice cream.

Shasshaha.

What should I do? I want to eat Ranjiang's hand in one bite. This noodle is such a pain. Who cooked it?

Seeing Lin Mo eat, the girl pursed her lips for the first time in a long time, a slight smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

She smiled at me; she must be interested in me.

"It's your turn." Li Qingran handed him the chopsticks.

"I?"

"Hmm?" Ran-chan tilted her head.

Ah, that really touched my heart!

Under pressure from the girl with no connections and no social standing, Lin Mo also used chopsticks to roll up a noodle, wondering how to feed it to Li Qingran...

Should we just stick it in?

That's...that's really weird.

But before Lin Mo could come up with a reasonable solution, the girl leaned against his shoulder, squinted her eyes, and with a "whoosh," bit off the noodles Lin Mo had rolled up.

When she opened her eyes again, they were bright and sparkling.

He used to never believe in anime/manga tropes, but now he believes them to a large extent.

So, it turns out that beautiful girls' eyes really do glow?!

"My turn." Li Qingran asked him for chopsticks.

The two of them finished the noodles, going back and forth like that. Although the noodles got cold from eating so much, the corpse was still warm.

It's not much different from when we were kids, except that before we ate separately, now we're intertwined.

Lin Mo finally understood.

This feeling of companionship is the delicious taste of life that the girl has always been searching for.

But... the more she demanded, the more Lin Mo could sense the unease in her heart.

It always feels like I'm eating my last meal before I die... like some kind of tonic.

After dinner, Li Qingran pulled him into her bedroom and sat him on the bed.

The girl moved without stopping, as if time passed even faster with her.

The room was clean and spacious, with a bed, wardrobe, desk, a computer, and bookshelves filled with Pipilu fairy tale books, Charlie IX comics, and YaYaLe comics...

A stack of game cards, cards folded from cigarette boxes, Monopoly puzzles, tangrams, marbles of all sizes, and even a Decepticon toy—all very cheap and worn-out items.

Lin Mo glanced at it and thankfully there was no Three Kingdoms Kill game.

I can't imagine what Ran Jiang would be like if she played Three Kingdoms Kill.

Those who invade the territory of our Great Li will be defeated and crushed!

"Play." Li Qingran said succinctly.

"playing what?"

"..." Li Qingran really didn't know what to play for a moment. She had so many games she wanted to play with Lin Mo.

Hesitantly, she simply swayed, her little feet seemingly unintentionally moving into his arms.

A chill ran through him, and Lin Mo stared at her, bewildered.

Play...play this?

Lin Mo remained serious, afraid that drool would spill out if he opened his mouth.

He gently touched the treasure in his hand, and the mimosa plant shyly curled up.

It's alive and can move.

But upon closer inspection, Li Qingran still appeared expressionless, her eyes somewhat unfocused after eating, and she even yawned.

Well, I'm the only one who's excited. Ranbao, you didn't react at all?

Like it more.

"Are you sleepy?" Lin Mo asked.

"No..." Li Qingran said, but still yawned.

He remembered that she went to bed quite early last night.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Thinking about you." Li Qingran rubbed her eyes, a few sleepy tears glistening at the corners.

The girl is a light sleeper; she was startled awake the moment the phone went dead last night, and the long night continued without rest as she sat alone in her room, thinking about your future...

It turns out I didn't sleep last night. After waking up in a fright, I was contemplating life. No wonder I reacted so strongly today.

We can't stay passive any longer; Li Qingran's condition is not right.

She appears calm, but beneath that calm exterior, she may be overwhelmed with worry.

"Go to sleep for a while." Lin Mo warmed the girl's feet and tucked them into the blanket.

"I won't sleep." Li Qingran clamped her small feet together, restraining his hand that was about to pull away, like two nimble white snakes.

"She's asleep...you're nowhere to be found."

The girl rummaged through the bedside table and pulled out the Animal Chess set, hurriedly spreading it out.

"Playing, just playing."

You're very sleepy.

"I'm not sleepy." Li Qingran thought Lin Mo didn't want to play with her, so she hurriedly kicked her feet and shoved herself into his arms, her delicate hands frantically picking at the chess pieces.

"Why don't you drink this cup of tea first, so we can wake up before we play?"

Lin Mo conjured a cup of black tea from where the girl couldn't see it.

"Oh."

Without a word, Li Qingran took it and gulped it down her throat.

The girl no longer doubted his words; she would believe them regardless of whether they were true or false.

Lin Mo felt like she was tricking a child into taking medicine, promising that after taking the medicine, they could watch cartoons...

However, this medicine is a sedative tea, and there were no promised animated cartoons.

It's a bit broken.

However, simple companionship couldn't calm Li Qingran's mind.

If he only satisfies her superficial needs, she will only become more addicted, and Lin Mo will find it difficult to stay by her side all the time. There will always be moments when he relaxes his guard, leading to the girl's wild thoughts and panic...

He became a fool who couldn't live without him.

After the girl closed her eyes, Lin Mo began to plan what he needed to do...

He needs to make her understand that his efforts are natural and spontaneous, and that the two are not exchanging gifts, but working together towards a common goal.

This house is almost like a haunted house, it's likely to affect Ranjiang's mood, so we need to fix it.

Bring the warmth of the game into reality.

First, the flower bed downstairs...