Chapter 78: My

Qiao Lan did get a little sleepy when she got on the bus, but not so sleepy that she fell asleep.

Since she had figured out that she wanted to be with Tan Mo in the future and that she wanted to change the relationship between herself and Tan Mo, she would deliberately close the distance between them from time to time, slowly making Tan Mo feel the difference while slowly observing how much Tan Mo could not understand.

Just like today, Qiao Lan is deliberately leaning on Tan Mo.

She was a little tired of having a cold window on one side and a boy she liked on the other, Qiao Lan felt it was not a choice that took long to consider.

She rested her head on Tan Mo's shoulder and for a moment, Qiao Lan felt Tan Mo's tension and discomfort, his body stiffening so much.

If Tan Mo was as unconscious of men and women as she thought she was, if she was completely unaware of the feelings between the male protagonists, she would certainly not be as stiff as she was now, too stiff to move a muscle.

With the recent sporadic probing and deliberate intimacy, Qiao Lan has a vague feeling that Tan Mo doesn't completely miss the point, but that's as far as it goes.

She leaned against Tan Mo, the warmth of their embrace, the rumble of the car and the occasional reminder of the next stop in her ears.

She could even feel Tan Mo's breath.

Then, Tan Mo's cold lips kissed carefully.

Qiao Lan couldn't remember what was going through her mind at that moment; surprise, amazement, heartbreak, it was too much. Perhaps it was because it was so light that Qiao Lan couldn't believe it and wanted to test it, or perhaps because she liked the moment so much and wanted to do the same, Qiao Lan didn't open her eyes, but stretched out her arms and grabbed the boy who was about to escape and kissed him again.

She gently bit the teenager's lower lip and when she opened her eyes she saw Tan Mo's trembling eyes, which reflected her figure but were trembling out of focus.

Just as she could never have expected Tan Mo to kiss her, Tan Mo should never have expected her to kiss her back, Qiao Lan laughed softly at Tan Mo's look, "Why is this"

So nervous

But before the words were out of his mouth, Tan Mo's lips pressed down hard as he dared not move.

He couldn't help liking her, so in the final moment of leaving, his love finally took over and he kissed Qiao Lan gently.

When Qiao Lan's arms came around him, Tan Mo's mind went blank. It was the collapse of all his lust when Qiao Lan discovered him, the overwhelming feeling of having all his filth exposed to Qiao Lan, but the next moment Qiao Lan's warm and soft lips came around him of their own accord and washed away his already fragmented sanity.

He felt Qiao Lan's teeth nibble at his lower lip and heard her chuckle softly before saying something else.

But Tan Mo didn't hear what was said, and the desire that had been buried in his heart to the point of collapse exploded in an instant. He didn't know what he was going to do at this moment, let alone what a kiss would be like, but his instincts overtook him and Tan Mo grabbed Qiao Lan by the waist, blocking out all the words that Qiao Lan had not finished.

Her lips so sweet and soft.

Tan Mo's body is almost trembling, his right hand around Qiao Lan's waist and his left hand clutching the backrest of the front seat, his veins bruising from the sheer force of it.

Qiao Lan could feel the sting on her lips almost the moment Tan Mo kissed her. Qiao Lan's back was almost completely hanging in the air. Qiao Lan knew Tan Mo was learning free sparring, but she never imagined Tan Mo's strength would be this strong now.

She can't move with one arm in her arms, and Tan Mo's hands, too excited to be careful anymore, grip her waist, causing Qiao Lan pain.

She never knew that the ever-so-mild teenager could have such a crazy and opposite side.

Qiao Lan's initial initiative and composure is completely disrupted by Tan Mo's messy and unusually rough kisses, and Qiao Lan's unconscious tongue touches the spot where Tan Mo has bitten him, only to provoke Tan Mo into losing his mind.

The snow was still falling outside the window, the bus was stopping and going, and the two men who were supposed to get off at their stop, one completely unheard and one clueless.

Qiao Lan watched as the car passed the station and got further and further away, and her waist was sore from being held by Tan Mo.

"MoMo MoMo!"

Tan Mo finally stopped, his light brown eyes still full of unfulfilled fire and madness, mixed with the bone-deep fondness he had been hiding and now finally unleashed without reservation.

Tan Mo had never been cold, never coldly emotional, and apart from his rage, Qiao Lan had never seen such hot emotion in Tan Mo's eyes.

Tan Mo He

The reminder that the next stop was coming up interrupted Qiao Lan's thoughts, and before he could think of anything else, Qiao Lan reached out to Tan Mo's lips and said sharply, "We should get off, we're already over the stop!"

Tan Mo looked out at the unfamiliar street and then at Qiao Lan, who was close at hand, and then woke up as if he had woken up, but he still kissed Qiao Lan's palm again.

Qiao Lan's fingers curled at Tan Mo's kiss and she dared not delay, pulling Tan Mo quickly out of the car just as it was about to start again.

The still cold air outside the car brought down the heat that had just erupted, and for a moment all the charm disappeared. Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan's released hand, and the loss of his sanity gradually returned, but it was still a mess, so messy that the young man, who had just been a little mad, was at a loss for words.

After the instinctive kiss and hug, now that the instinct had passed, the questions that he had not had time to think about and had become even more apprehensive all crammed into his head.

What was that, what was that, what was Qiao Lan's attitude as if nothing had happened, why did Qiao Lan kiss him back, was Qiao Lan upset, did he go too far?

Qiao Lan took out his mobile phone and looked at the time and said, "It's cold, it's almost half past eleven, I wonder if Uncle Chan has gone to bed, it shouldn't be too far to walk back from here."

When Tan Mo didn't answer, she turned around and saw that the wolf cub, who had been so fierce just a moment before, was looking at her with hesitation and apprehension, just like a kitten.

If it weren't for the tingling in her back and lips, Qiao Lan would have suspected that everything that had just happened was a lie.

At least with Tan Mo like this, Qiao Lan couldn't have imagined him as he was just now.

Qiao Lan put his phone back in his shirt pocket and smiled, "What's wrong, why don't you go."

Tan Mo's beautiful eyes were fixed on her, not speaking or moving.

Qiao Lan thoughtfully walked over and whispered, " MoMo ?"

Tan Mo slowly reached out and grabbed Qiao Lan's hand as if tentatively, then slowly tightened his grip as if waiting for Qiao Lan's reaction.

Qiao Lan looked down at the hands they were holding and looked up with smiling eyes, slightly teasing, "Why are you suddenly so innocent again, you weren't just now."

Tan Mo's eyes were in turmoil again as he gripped Qiao Lan's hand tightly, as if after a struggle of thought before saying, "We we now, what is it."

"What do you think," Qiao Lan asks rhetorically, grabbing Tan Mo's other hand, which is still cupped with a rose.

"I asked you out on Valentine's Day, I asked you to watch a love movie with me, I sent you roses, and I just let you kiss me as much as you want", Qiao Lan said slowly, and Tan Mo's grip on her hand tightened with each sentence. Qiao Lan tried to pull her hand out, but it was too tight and she couldn't move it.

Qiao Lan gave up and added the last sentence in a compliant manner, "What do you think we count now?"

The teenager's eyes were blank for a short while, then brightened alarmingly and quickly began to transition from cat cub to wolf cub again.

Qiao Lan looked at the familiar eyes and suddenly remembered that his back and lips were still hurting, and he was busy saying, "Talk properly, don't move, let go first."

"No", Tan Mo decisively refused, "if I understand it correctly, why should I let go."

Qiao Lan said slyly, expressionlessly, "Because your hands are too strong and it hurts."

Tan Mo :""

Qiao Lan was amazed at the richness of Tan Mo's expression as he finally lightened the force on his hand and hung his head, his delicate face only filled with heartache and chagrin. Qiao Lan was amazed at the richness of Tan Mo's expression. He stepped forward and came closer, stroked Tan Mo's hair with his other free hand, crouched down a little, tilted his head and looked at the silent boy again, and said, "Mo Mo."

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan for a moment before shielding the look in her eyes with her long eyelashes, and gave a distracted 'hmm'.

"Let's stay together."

Tan Mo's trance-like look woke up again, and Teng met Qiao Lan's eyes, clenching his fists.

Of course he wanted to, and he hated to make Qiao Lan swear that he would never take that one word back once it was said.

But no.

"No," Tan Mo said, and it took almost all of her strength to get the refusal out.

Qiao Lan was surprised, "Why, MoMo, that's not good enough, you kissed me and took my flowers, so you should be my boyfriend."

"But I'm sick!"

Tan Mo snapped, "I'm sick," and he repeated it again, muttering, " Asperger syndrome ������������������������������"

"I knew, I knew," Qiao Lan said, his voice softening, "that I didn't care."

But I care.

Asperger syndrome, which may later develop into depression or even schizophrenia, will always be a dangerous presence and an alien that cannot be seen. If anyone else knew, there would still be countless gossips that would haunt Qiao Lan as they once did, and she would never be able to live a normal life.

"MoMo, MoMo, Tan Mo!"

Qiao Lan grabbed the increasingly impatient Tan Mo and snapped, "Asperger syndrome is never a mental illness, it's just an autistic disorder, you're just a smarter than normal boy, not an alien! You know that many great men have Asperger syndrome, don't you, they are deviants, no?"

Einstein, Bill Gates were all, no one called them outliers, everyone just thought they were geniuses.

"And what others think, why should you care what they think, do you care about me or others?"

"It's you," Tan Mo's voice was raspy and broken, "only you."

Qiao Lan's eyes grew soft as she lifted her hand to straighten the boy's downcast face so that he looked at her seriously and said, word by word.

"Since it's just me, it's just me."

"My aesthetic is you, so you never have to worry about what people think."

In my case, you are all the mood.