The Canary that couldn't escape

Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Like a Statue

Having held back again and again, he was nearly at the edge of bursting.

How could he not be happy, not be excited upon receiving the news that she had moved out?

From now on, Mo Ran would no longer belong to Gu Yixuan, she would belong to him, only to him.

His throat moved with difficulty, and Tang Song said softly, "If you have any problems in the future, come to me, no matter what happens, I’ll help you, stand by your side."

He didn’t know why he had said those words, he just wanted Mo Ran to understand that if she encountered difficulties, she didn’t have to think of Gu Yixuan, she could also consider him.

"Okay," Mo Ran nodded.

"It’s getting late, you should go up and rest."

"Okay," Mo Ran continued to nod.

"Mo Ran..." Suddenly, Tang Song grabbed her hand.

She looked at him and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The man quietly watched her, slowly lowering his head, his faint refreshing breath spraying onto her face. Mo Ran understood what he was about to do, her heart was only flustered for a moment before settling down.

He gave her enough time to pull away, but she didn’t.

A gentle kiss landed on her lips, carrying a warm heat, like a soft feather, landing in her heart.

Just pressing lightly, Tang Song released her lips, he couldn’t rush, couldn’t scare her.

"Good night."

"...Good night." With her face flushed, Mo Ran ran up the stairs somewhat awkwardly.

What should she do? It seemed she was falling for Tang Song more and more...

Every time she thought of Tang Song, she thought of Gu Yixuan. She had to sever ties with Gu Yixuan as soon as possible, only then could she be together with Tang Song.

Yes, she wanted to have a proper romance, desired a simple life, wanted to enjoy everything a girl should enjoy.

Standing at the stairwell for a long time, Mo Ran only then heard the sound of a car driving away. Tang Song had left, after standing below for quite some time.

This realization made Mo Ran’s heart restless, she felt cherished, she had a sense of being doted on.

A girl who had never been loved, and had never loved, when faced with sudden love, was always prone to heartbeat, at a loss...

A smile crept onto her lips, Mo Ran ran up the stairs cheerfully, but as she was half a floor away from home, her steps came to an abrupt halt.

Around the corner of the passageway, a figure leaned against the wall, arms folded, head slightly lowered, standing there like a sculpture.