Chapter 93: Shy

Tan Mo finally falls asleep contentedly, but thanks to Tan Mo's sudden kiss at the end, Qiao Lan loses sleep.

Although Tan Mo and I have kissed several times before, and tonight we tried the extra blushing shiwen, it was not as shocking as the one we just had.

Qiao Lan was not at all expecting Tan Mo to make such a sudden move. The area on her calf where she had been kissed, I don't know if it was Qiao Lan's illusion, seemed much hotter than the surrounding skin.

Qiao Lan stared at the piece of skin for a long time, then suddenly got down from the bed, touched a pen on Tan Mo's desk and drew a small heart there.

This is what satisfied me to lie back down again.

Then ......

Continued insomnia ......

It wasn't until 2am that Qiao Lan turned her head to look at the culprit of her insomnia, unable to sleep, and thought she'd go out for a cold pill.

The result was a tug on the thin coloured rope in his hand.

Qiao Lan: "......"

Forget it and lie back down again.

Continue to pretend to sleep.

As I pretended, I finally drifted off to sleep.

Qiao Lan had insomnia until 3am and Tan Mo did sleep through the night.

Comfortable.

The next day, sober and refreshed, I opened my eyes before I had a chance to drift off and felt that today was different from the usual.

The girl is curled up in his arms, her right arm around his waist, her cheek against his chest. From Tan Mo's point of view, her eyelashes are as thick and long as small fans.

Tan Mo used to wake up and wonder what it would be like to see Qiao Lan as soon as he opened his eyes, even though we were already well together.

As soon as Tan Mo opened her eyes today, she saw Qiao Lan.

Ask him what it feels like.

The feeling of wanting to just hold on forever.

So happy that I don't know what to say.

How can it look so good and how can I like it so much.

Qiao Lan was still asleep, not knowing what she had dreamt about, and unconsciously rubbed herself against her arms again.

Tan Mo stiffens and subconsciously throws her legs back, only to find that they are also tightly twisted together by Qiao Lan's long, slender legs.

Tan Mo froze for a long moment, then collapsed and covered her eyes.

It was certainly the sweetest experience for him.

But ......

It's really too torturous.

Seventeen year olds with a lot of blood on their hands, early in the morning at such a sensitive time...

And with it, a belated memory of yesterday.

I had too much to drink yesterday, so I don't remember some of it, but I can still remember some of Tan Mo.

For example, he and Qiao Lan sat on the floor and kissed, for example, why Qiao Lan did not go to his room last night, and why he kissed Qiao Lan's leg before going to bed yesterday.

Tan Mo: ......

It's stupid, childish and reckless.

But, no regrets at all.

After all, what I did was something I wouldn't have dared to do normally, and I used the alcohol to play the fool, and Tan Mo, looking back on it now, actually thought it worked pretty well.

But there is one thing Tan Mo is very grateful for.

Yesterday was so close to something really happening.

Thankfully not.

It's not because you're underage or anything like that, it's all fake. Is there really a big difference between being eighteen and seventeen?

Not really.

Not that his seventeen-year-old self couldn't, but his drunken self couldn't.

Tan Mo is still, on the whole, a very ritualistic person, like when the two of you were together and it kept nagging at you because you hadn't said I liked you.

Every important step in a relationship is important to Tan Mo.

Not to mention things like this.

Not to mention the fact that Tan Mo didn't know what Qiao Lan was thinking beforehand, something that was more important to the girls if Qiao Lan wasn't willing to wait.

The memories of yesterday are fragmentary but still traceable.

Tan Mo doesn't remember it very clearly, but he does remember the way Qiao Lan hugged him and was so gentle and docile.

He could see it.

That's tacit approval.

Behind the acquiescence is a lifelong determination to give oneself to him.

Tan Mo's heart softened to a flood and he unconsciously held the girl in his arms tighter.

Qiao Lan woke up in a daze, half-asleep and rubbing, "Sleepy."

A soft tone, similar to a pout, brought Tan Mo back to his feet, ready to get up.

Tan Mo doesn't move and Qiao Lan is content to find a comfortable spot on Tan Mo's chest and fall asleep again.

Uncle Chan Aunt Chan was not at home, and Tan Mo degenerated into a lazy person, lying with Qiao Lan until almost eleven o'clock.

Fully awake, the two woke up again and looked at each other for a good half day before suddenly looking away in unison.

"I'll order takeaway if you want", this time Tan Mo was the first to open up.

"Don't order, I'll do it", Qiao Lan says, checking the time at eleven o'clock, as there's plenty of time in the summer holidays to cook a meal anyway.

"Good," Tan Mo put her phone away and got out of bed, "I hate washing..."

Yanked back by the coloured rope tied to his wrist.

Tan Mo: "......"

Qiao Lan: Pfft.

I was wondering yesterday what Tan Mo would be when I woke up today and found the coloured rope, and it was really interesting.

Tan Mo froze and looked at the coloured ropes on the wrists of both men.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo with an expressionless face, "You tied it."

Tan Mo: "......"

"You said you were afraid I'd go and you'd tie me up."

Tan Mo: "......"

"I'm sorry," Tan Mo whispered, bowing her head.

Qiao Lan doesn't seem to be looking too good and definitely doesn't like it.

The next moment Qiao Lan smiles.

"What's to apologise for," Qiao Lan twirled his wrist, "I tied the one on your hand, should I say sorry too?"

Tan Mo was stunned and looked at Qiao Lan and then at the coloured rope in her hand. Qiao Lan laughed and climbed off the bed, "Okay, stop it and untie it."

Don't want to solve.

Tan Mo thought to himself.

But there's still the shower to go.

As she did so, she looked down and saw a heart painted on Qiao Lan's white, slender calf.

Qiao Lan noticed that Tan Mo had suddenly stopped moving and was about to ask what was wrong when she noticed that Tan Mo was staring at her legs.

Following Tan Mo's line of sight, Qiao Lan saw the little hearts she had drawn on her legs last night.

Qiao Lan: ......

So it's an easy time to get lost at night!

After being kissed by Tan Mo yesterday, Qiao Lan was so turned on by the kiss that she ended up finding a marker and drawing a little heart.

I really wanted to paint yesterday, but I didn't want Tan Mo to see it, not to mention the fact that it's daytime and not nighttime anymore.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Qiao Lan almost screams inside.

How could she have forgotten about it? How could Tan Mo have seen her?

Qiao Lan's ears burned, she had just caught Tan Mo, and now she was the one who was caught.

I didn't even bother to put on my slippers and dragged the long coloured rope straight to my room.

Tan Mo sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before the corners of her lips could not help but rise a little, and her pretty eyes were all filled with a gentle smile.

Picking up the pink and white slippers Qiao Lan had left on the floor, he knocked on the door of Qiao Lan's room and walked in.

Qiao Lan's cheeks still burned a little and she whispered, "I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes."

"I know," Tan Mo said as she walked over, crouched down once more and slipped Qiao Lan's hastily dropped slippers onto her white feet.

"There," Tan Mo glanced again at the little love heart on Qiao Lan's lap, the smile in her eyes spilling out once more before she stood up and said, "Now you can go and take a shower."