Chapter 496: You Think I Don’t Know You’re Doing It on Purpose?
What was his intention, sneaking out while she was asleep?
He must be up to no good...
Trying to play the same old tricks? Scaring people with a ’ghost’?
Or maybe, rolling a huge snowball to stuff her bed?
Yun Ran held her chin in her hands, her mind filled with countless possibilities, without a hint of sleepiness.
The night was cold as water, time trickling away bit by bit.
Yun Ran rolled over out of boredom, looking at the half-opened window, "It’s been over half an hour, right? Is he planning to run away from home and escape with money?"
It was uncanny, just as she finished speaking, she heard soft footsteps from outside.
It’s him.
Yun Ran immediately changed her position, facing out, eyes closed, lying on her side.
She heard him enter the room, but after waiting for a while, he didn’t make a sound, not coming to bed to rest.
Unable to resist her curiosity, Yun Ran slightly opened her eyes just to see him sitting leisurely in her armchair... drying his hair?
Yun Ran: "???"
[Is he washing his hair in the middle of the night? What kind of hobby is that...]
[Hmm? Did he change his clothes too? Did he... take a bath?]
Realizing this, Yun Ran couldn’t help but twitch her mouth, utterly speechless.
[In the deep of night, while someone’s asleep, sneaks out quietly to bathe... what’s this, is he preparing a sacrificial ritual or something?]
Nangong Mo’s fingers paused slightly in drying his hair, turning his head to look at the bed.
Yun Ran immediately closed her eyes, her face serene in slumber.
Nangong Mo: "..."
The master just doesn’t want to expose you.
After waiting a bit, seeing that his hair was dry but he still occupied her armchair, Yun Ran pretended to just wake up, rubbing her eyes, sleepily gazing at him, and asked puzzled, "Hmm? Nangong Mo, when did you come down?"
Nangong Mo couldn’t help but call her a little trickster in his heart, but he looked at her gently, asking with concern, "Did I wake you up?"
Yun Ran shook her head, mercilessly mocking him, "Why are you sitting there not sleeping? Summoning spirits? You’d need to get up and dance for that to work!"
Nangong Mo: "..."
I’m a seven-foot man, how could I argue with you, a little woman?
So he smiled slightly, got up and walked to the bedside, reaching out to touch her head, his eyes gentle, his voice low, "Are you alright? Any discomfort?"
"No."
Yun Ran rolled inward, patting the bed, saying to him, "Aren’t you afraid of getting uglier? If you don’t sleep, the sun will be up soon!"
However, Nangong Mo just smiled and said, "I’ll sit here for a while, I’ll sleep after watching you fall asleep."
"..."
Looking at his enchanting smile, Yun Ran really wanted to punch him and give him panda eyes.
Perhaps her gaze was too intensely filled with killing intent, thick, chilling, and sinister, finally, Nangong Mo spoke frankly:
"Aran, it’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m helpless, I’m just afraid of passing the cold to you."
Yun Ran looked at him like he was a swindler, "Didn’t you just take a bath? Where’s the cold coming from?"
"...That’s exactly why there’s a chill."
Nangong Mo lifted his sleeve, his new clothes dashing and suave.
"I believe you a..."
Halfway through rolling her eyes, Yun Ran suddenly remembered something, blinking. Looking at him in disbelief, "Did you... use cold water?!"
She scanned him up and down three times, still feeling it’s somewhat unreal.
Nangong Mo looked at her meaningfully, nodded solemnly, then closed his eyes silently, his expression solemn like a meditating monk.
Yun Ran: "..."
[I was just guessing... didn’t expect it to be true...]
[Others enter dreams with the sound of iron horses and icy rivers, you bathe in icy rivers or something...]
[But your expression... why does it seem like there’s some lingering resentment? Is it an illusion?]
Just then, Nangong Mo opened his eyes and looked at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked in a ghostly tone, "What? Are you very confused?"
Yun Ran nodded, "Confused! Of course I’m confused!"
Hearing this, Nangong Mo narrowed his eyes, looking down at her with a ghostly gaze, "Don’t you know why I’m like this?"
Yun Ran kept nodding, her expression sincere and innocent, "I do! That’s why I’m even more confused!"
"Oh?"
That rising tail note carried an indescribable danger in the night.
Yun Ran, feeling a bit guilty, rolled her eyes, "I really didn’t expect you to be so easy to tease?!"
"Is that my fault?"
Without looking at him, Yun Ran shook her head to herself, sighing, lamenting, "Ah! Men..."
That tone, that expression, seemed to say: really useless...
Nangong Mo: "..."
He lowered his eyes and looked at the little woman, his five fingers clenching into a fist, then slowly relaxing, over and over several times, before exhaling gently and slowly saying:
"Yun Xiaoran."
"Firstly, I’m a normal man, secondly, you’re my beloved consort, and finally..."
"You think I didn’t know you did it on purpose? Hmm?"
Hearing this, Yun Ran looked at him innocently, puzzled, "What on purpose? What are you talking about?"
Inside she was shouting: [No way, no way? He noticed it back then?!]
Nangong Mo gave her a sidelong glance, unreservedly exposing her, "Deliberately causing trouble, cunning and sly, doing your best to tease, frantically jumping on the edge of my bottom line, and you still dare to mock my self-control?"
Yun Ran: "Uh... this..."
Seeing her guilty look, Nangong Mo lightly flicked her forehead with his finger, "Considering you’re not well, I won’t argue with you."
Hearing this, Yun Ran couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, secretly marveling:
[Luckily he doesn’t know this was a trick... Ah, better be careful, mustn’t let it slip!]
