Chapter 92: Real

Qiao Lan looked at the young man lying on the bed and was at a loss for words.

Although men and women are different and can't relate to each other, you only have to think about it to know that it's definitely not a good feeling.

Hard to hold back or something ......

Qiao Lan, who had finally come to his senses and made up his mind, stared at the young man who had rolled himself into a chrysalis for a while before reaching out and poking Tan Mo, " MoMo ..."

Tan Mo's whole body shrank even tighter, turned her head and gave Qiao Lan a quick glance, rolling herself further away and wrapping herself up tighter, her voice muffled with indescribable aggression and pity.

"Don't touch me, stay away from me."

Qiao Lan: "......"

Even if you can make up your mind to accept Tan Mo.

But that's about it.

Tan Mo is now in this state, should we grab Tan Mo and call ourselves xiangyao?

No way!

Qiao Lan shivered.

She's a reserved and shy girl!

It's scary to think about such things.

So Qiao Lan has to lie on his side and watch Tan Mo roll himself up into a pile of snails, and if you listen closely you can hear the boy's occasional mumbling.

Qiao Lan could not hear exactly what he was saying, and after some thought and caution, he finally heard the teenager muttering to himself.

Periodic table of the elements.

Qiao Lan: "......"

The mood became more and more complicated.

Heartbroken, wanting to laugh and speechless again.

After lying next to her for a while, Qiao Lan suddenly wondered if it would be better for her to go out at this time, and if her presence here was a bit too much for Tan Mo to handle.

When I thought about it, Qiao Lan felt it made sense.

Tan Mo said it would take a while to lie down, but how long will it take to lie down like this?

Leave Tan Mo for a while, so that you can go out and call Uncle Chan to ask if Tan Mo's drinking is okay, and then get something to sober him up, tea or congee or something.

She doesn't know much about it, just look it up on her phone when she gets out.

With that in mind, Qiao Lan rolled out of bed and didn't touch Tan Mo again, just said to Tan Mo, "I'll go to the kitchen and make something to sober up, you lie down for a while..."

Before the words were out of his mouth, the teenager, who had just formed a ball, suddenly reached out and clutched Qiao Lan's wrist.

"Tan Mo finally stopped reciting the periodic table, and his hands, wrapped in the blanket or overheated for some other reason, clutched Qiao Lan's wrist and wouldn't let him go.

"I'm not leaving," Qiao Lan explained patiently, patting Tan Mo's arm with her other hand, "I'm just going to the same kitchen."

"No," Tan Mo said, and half a moment later those beautiful light brown eyes, still amazingly bright, looked at Qiao Lan with an indefinable look of resignation and whispered, "Don't leave me."

Qiao Lan's heart softened for a moment.

"No, no, no," Qiao Lan sat back down and took Tan Mo's hand in his, clasping his fingers together, his voice too gentle for words, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying with you."

"Mmmm," Tan Mo murmured with satisfaction as the teenager's long body moved over the side of the bed, pressing his cheek against the hand Qiao Lan held with his own and laying back obediently.

The drunken teenager's cheeks were hot, most likely because he liked Qiao Lan's slightly cooler hands, and not only pressed against them, but also rubbed them with satisfaction.

This time it doesn't look like a coyote cub, it looks like a pampered cat.

What terrific skills these are!

Qiao Lan feels like her heart is melting.

It's a crime for a boy to be cute like this, you know!

Tan Mo didn't know, he was pressed close to Qiao Lan, his heart full of pink bubbles, and he said something after a deep sigh.

Qiao Lan, again not hearing clearly, pinched Tan Mo's earlobe and leaned down to ask him, "What was said, I didn't hear it."

"I want to string a little rope on you," Tan Mo said in an unusually honest manner when drunk, never daring to say how many little things he usually had in his mind.

Qiao Lan: ......??

"Why string a rope?"

"Tie it up," Tan Mo said, grabbing Qiao Lan's hand again and rubbing it, then whispering slightly sheepishly, "so you can never leave me."

Qiao Lan was stunned and silent for a long time before he said, "Why do you always think I'll leave."

Is she not doing a good enough job, so Tan Mo still doesn't feel safe.

Tan Mo has been behaving normally these days, much happier and more relaxed than before, and Qiao Lan has finally relaxed a little.

She thought that after what she had said, and after having said I like you again and again, Tan Mo should stop thinking that way.

But today, Tan Mo was drunk and they say that a drunk reaction is the most realistic reaction.

Once Qiao Lan thought that Tan Mo would never lie, never hide her feelings and thoughts, but since she knew that Tan Mo had liked her for so long, but kept it to herself and never let her see it, Qiao Lan no longer dared to think so.

So was this period of happiness also a pretence on his part, or perhaps his worry never went away.

But why on earth? Why did it always seem like she would leave?

The teenager gripped her hand tightly and closed his eyes.

Why.

There are voices that linger in the depths of childhood that Tan Mo doesn't usually think about because he resists them, but the more he represses them, the more he tries to forget them, but the more he tries to do the opposite, the deeper they are buried.

He didn't want to leave these memories behind, but they would always spontaneously come running to him from time to time, as they do now, and he still remembers clearly what his cousin said at his grandfather's funeral.

You have no heart, you cannot love others, so no one will love you, no one will like you, everyone will leave you.

"No one will always like me", Tan Mo whispered, as if to himself or to fate, as he curled himself up with his eyes closed, "Everyone will leave me..."

Qiao Lan's grip on Tan Mo's hand suddenly tightened and she tried to say urgently that she wouldn't, that she would never leave him, but the boy continued.

"They say I have no heart, that I can't love people," Tan Mo said, looking up at Qiao Lan, "but I really love you."

Qiao Lan's eyes were sore and tears almost rolled out of her eyes.

"Don't you go away, don't leave me", said the teenager, looking at her, "I will love you so much, no one will love you more than I do."

Mum used to say that in future you must be happier with the person who loves you, not the person you love.

So.

"So it's good to have me", I will always be with you, always take care of you and protect you, no one will ever do it better than me, so just stay with me forever never leave me ok.

Qiao Lan's tears were falling and her fingers brushed Tan Mo's cheek.

"Good."

Maybe she hadn't done enough, or maybe the darkness of her teenage childhood and the loss of her mother had left too many shadows, none of which mattered.

Since the past cannot be changed, let's do better in the future.

Tan Mo didn't dare to believe it, so let him believe it little by little, let him believe that she really loved him too, far more than he could ever imagine.

Tan Mo finally calms down and, after a few moments against Qiao Lan's cheek, suddenly reaches into a nearby bedside table drawer and fumbles around for a long time.

Finally a small coloured rope was touched out.

It is a coloured rope left over from a previous attempt to make a bracelet for Tan Mo.

Who knows what Tan Mo is hiding in the bedside table.

It's not clear what Tan Mo's intentions were at the beginning, but they are quite obvious now.

Tan Mo wrapped the thin rope around Qiao Lan's wrist and tied it in a tight knot, making sure it was strong before taking out two more strands and lengthening the short rope.

The three coloured ropes are nearly two metres long, Tan Mo said with satisfaction, "Pick up a little longer so you can run a little further, but you can't run away."

The corners of Qiao Lan's lips lifted, "Yeah can't run away."

She wasn't thinking of running, either.

When Tan Mo finished tying it for Qiao Lan, he couldn't tie it for himself, and Qiao Lan took it over, "I'll do it."

Tan Mo obediently held out his hand, and still Qiao Lan tied a dead-end knot around his wrist as well.

After tying it, Tan Mo asked uneasily, "Is it done?"

"All right."

"Are you sure?"

"OK."

"Oh," after five seconds of silence, "is that a dead end?"

Qiao Lan couldn't hold back another laugh, "A dead end, it's impossible to untie."

Can't untie that's fine.

Tan Mo tugged on one end of the coloured rope and pulled on the other, pulling Qiao Lan's hand towards her, her childlike eyes bent up.

Qiao Lan also smiled, "So now I'm going to the kitchen for a drink of water, do you want to come with me."

"Go," Tan Mo said as he rolled out of bed.

"Then I have to wash my face and brush my teeth later," Qiao Lan said as he walked.

Tan Mo didn't even think, "Together."

"And sleep."

"...together."

"And I want to take a shower?"

A drunk Tan Mo is so honest and so funny that Qiao Lan can't help but pick up on it.

Tan Mo, who had been "together" all this time, finally stopped talking and after a long time said, "Let's not wash it."

Tan Mo suddenly became shy.

Qiao Lan suddenly said that Tan Mo had just thought about it for a moment and then stopped the car, not daring to think about it.

Despite being drunk today, the memory of what had just happened was still very much with me.

He didn't want to lie on his back any longer waiting for the reaction to pass ......

It's really not a good feeling at all.

Qiao Lan couldn't hold back his laughter.

Tan Mo, who is so honest that he can't hide anything, is so adorable, always looking serious whether it's a serious matter or a joke.

Qiao Lan is now curious to see Tan Mo's face and reaction when she wakes up and sees the coloured rope on their hands.

Usually pretending to be a decent person.

Turns out it's full of little ideas.

Tugging on a small coloured rope, Tan Mo followed Qiao Lan and carried all of her toiletries to her bathroom. After washing her face and brushing her teeth with Qiao Lan, Tan Mo felt that the atmosphere was very nice and remembered that if she didn't take a shower, she would sit on a small bench with Qiao Lan and soak her feet.

Every now and then he steps on Qiao Lan's delicate white feet.

Finally, she sits in a chair and watches Qiao Lan make the messy bed again.

The girl was still wearing the couple's outfit she had bought today, a casual shirt with a short skirt that showed off her long, straight legs.

Qiao Lan made the bed and sat on the edge of it with Tan Mo, "Do you want to sleep inside or outside..."

Before the words were out of his mouth, his voice faltered abruptly.

The young man suddenly stood up, walked over and then half-kneeled in front of Qiao Lan, leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the girl's bare, beautiful calf.