The Exceptional Xu Mo

Xu Mo hadn't actually intended to take things further.

This was just to scare the other person a little.

And it worked perfectly.

Though Lin An'an was a bit of a lightweight and loved to have fun,

she was still, after all, a woman.

And she was his.

Xu Mo wasn’t some clueless, blunt guy who didn’t know how to be considerate toward women.

Seeing that Xu Mo didn’t make another move,

Lin An'an finally relaxed, muttering under her breath, "You big meanie, you lazy pig… It’s almost noon, and I was just trying to wake you up, and you repay me like this? You’re the worst…"

Xu Mo grinned and pointed at himself. "So, do you want to go first, or should we… together?"

"Ah!" Lin An'an’s face flushed, and she shot him a glare. "Together? In your dreams! Stay right there!"

Watching her waddle away like a duck,

Xu Mo could only shake his head helplessly.

The boldness Lin An'an had shown last night was gone.

Maybe the alcohol had worn off.

Without that liquid courage,

she was back to her usual self.

But Xu Mo didn’t mind.

After all, girls should know how to be a little shy.

The room was a complete mess.

Lin An'an could barely take a few steps without needing to steady herself against the wall.

At this point, she wasn’t bowing to anyone—

just the wall.

"Lin An'an, forever reliant on walls—what can I even do for you?"

To spare her any embarrassment,

Xu Mo tactfully turned his body away.

That small gesture

didn’t escape Lin An'an’s notice.

Our beloved songstress felt a little better.

Finally,

after teetering precariously,

she made it to the bathroom.

She shut the door behind her.

Standing in front of the vanity mirror,

she studied her reflection.

Her complexion looked good.

But aside from that,

there were… other things.

Lin An'an’s thoughts drifted, and soon, her cheeks burned again.

"Charging ahead without fear"

was very much in character for her.

But this time, she might have been a little too proactive.

There were too many "strawberries."

So many that she was afraid to show her face outside.

Then again…

Last night, if she remembered correctly,

they hadn’t used any protection.

If by some chance…

she hit the jackpot…

well, that would be a whole mess.

The more Lin An'an thought about it, the more anxious she became.

Personal affairs were one thing.

But a little An'an?

Absolutely not.

Her status just wouldn’t allow it.

The fact that Zhou Qiaoqiao had tolerated things this far

was already the greatest mercy.

Could she really ask for more?

Was it even possible?

Even if Zhou Qiaoqiao said yes,

putting herself in the other’s shoes,

Lin An'an would still choose not to.

Not because she didn’t want to,

but because reality wouldn’t permit it.

She stood there in a daze for a long time,

lost in thought,

before finally tearing her gaze away from the mirror.

Aside from the worries weighing on her mind,

Lin An'an noticed something else—

her aura seemed different now.

How to describe it?

There was a new kind of charm about her,

something she’d never had before.

But no matter what,

she had to clean herself up first.

Someone was waiting.

With that in mind,

Lin An'an stepped into the bathtub and began washing up.

The water was scattered with rose petals.

But after soaking for a while,

she found herself spacing out again.

"Yesterday was so embarrassing…"

If Zhou Qiaoqiao found out,

she’d die of shame.

And besides,

Zhou Qiaoqiao had already warned her.

But none of that mattered now.

The real question was—

how was she supposed to face her next time?!

Lin An'an was torn.

"Lin An'an, Lin An'an… you really couldn’t control yourself, could you?!"

"Were you really just admiring his musical talent?"

"Oh no—you were lusting after him! Shameless! You’re the worst…"

Sitting in the bathtub,

her cheeks pink and her muttering incessant,

Lin An'an’s skin glowed—

smooth and flawless, like peeled egg whites.

Now, tinged with a faint blush,

she looked even more enticing.

She had no idea how much time had passed

by the time she finally stepped out,

wrapped in a white bathrobe,

her damp hair cascading loosely down her back,

adding a different kind of allure.

"Xu Mo, your turn," she said as calmly as possible when she returned to the bedroom.

But the next second,

she realized something was off.

"Huh? Where is he?"

Xu Mo wasn’t in the room.

She scanned the area but saw no sign of him.

Frowning in confusion,

she made her way to the staircase—

and that’s when she heard noises coming from the kitchen downstairs.

Oh!

So Xu Mo had gone to cook!

The thought of his cooking

quickly eased her mind.

A faint smile of contentment touched her lips.

"Hmph… Since you’re being so thoughtful, I’ll forgive you… half of what happened last night."

In her opinion,

that was already being generous.

If it were anyone else,

they wouldn’t fully forgive Xu Mo

for at least ten days to half a month.

Why?

Because Xu Mo was just too exceptional.

Shaking off those random thoughts,

Lin An'an realized she’d rushed out too quickly—

she hadn’t even dried her hair yet.

Since Xu Mo was busy making breakfast

(though at this hour, it was more like lunch),

and since they hadn’t eaten yet,

she might as well call it breakfast.

That meant she could relax in the bedroom,

free from her wall-dependent self.

The ever-stubborn Lin An'an

had ultimately failed to escape her reliance on walls.

Ah, well…

Life was unpredictable.

Just like sausages wrapped in intestines.

Whoosh—

The warm air from the hairdryer filled the room

as Lin An'an focused on her reflection in the mirror,

beginning her makeup routine.

After all,

a woman beautifies herself for the one who appreciates her.

And that was undeniably true.

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