Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
And of course, he didnât want it to change.
The girl in his arms had long been raised to the apex of his heart.
As the days passed into years, his feelings only grew and they never faded.
Yin Shaojieâs eyelids lowered and he kissed her fair neck. âI should be the one whoâs worried,â he said.
He was the insecure one then, okay?
From when he was young till now, he had always been good to her accommodated to and indulged in her every need.
However, she hadnât contacted him frequently voluntarily when she had gone to America for four years. It made him wonder if she had had so much fun there that she had forgotten about him, her childhood friend.
âWhatâre you worried about?â Mu Xiaoxiao lifted his head and blinked at him.
Yin Shaojie reached out and pinched her nose. âWhat else can I be worried about? Iâm worried that youâll see a handsome guy thatâs more capable than me and run away with him.â
He had already figured out her personality when she arrived back in China.
She would befriend people like Lu Yichen, who was not only a top student, but also handsome, voluntarily.
Mu Xiaoxiao stared at him for a while. Suddenly, she burst out in laughter and even slapped the sofa exaggeratedly.
âYin Shaojie, so you do have moments when youâre insecure?â Havenât you always been narcissistic and thought of yourself as the best? Haha, to think that youâd say something like this!â
Yin Shaojie narrowed his eyes and stared at her. âYou dare to continue laughing?â
Mu Xiaoxiao noticed the threat in his expression and schooled herself. She coughed and rubbed her chin, thinking for a while before saying, âAbout this⦠I donât know either. Iâll only know the answer if it happens for real.â
âAre you for real?â Yin Shaojieâs gaze darkened.
Mu Xiaoxiao giggled, âOf course Iâm not for real!â
She hugged his arm, trying to please him. âLetâs not talk about this anymore. Can you cook some noodles for me? Iâm hungry.â
âLetâs call for delivery.â Yin Shaojie was not interested in cooking.
Mu Xiaoxiao pouted. âNo, I donât feel like eating delivery, and it takes so long to arrive. Cook something for me; anything will do. Pasta? Or⦠instant noodles are fine as well!â
âInstant noodles? Thatâs too unhealthy. Iâll cook some noodles for you.â Yin Shaojie didnât know what else to do about her.
Mu Xiaoxiao chuckled. Internally, she did a victory sign.
She was successful in changing the topic!
âActually, instant noodles are pretty delicious too. I havenât eaten instant noodles in a while already.â
âPasta is also delicious. Iâll go and see what ingredients we have in the fridge.â Yin Shaojie rose and walked over to the kitchen.
A cross-legged Mu Xiaoxiao scratched her shin. She sat there obediently looking at him.
Yin Shaojie was studying the ingredients they had left. He remarked, âWe donât have pasta anymore; thereâs only normal noodles.â
âIâll take normal noodles then!â Mu Xiaoxiao said.
She waited for Yin Shaojie to cook the noodles.
The gears in Mu Xiaoxiaoâs head turned. She was about to pick up her phone and surf Weibo but her gaze happened to land on Yin Shaojieâs phone on the coffee table.
She snuck a peek at the kitchen. Yin Shaojieâs back was towards her.
She turned around and picked up the phone on the coffee table.
However, it was locked by a password.
Mu Xiaoxiao cocked her head and thought. What could his password be?
Her eyes lit up. Could it be her birthday?
She typed in her birthday.
It was wrong.
She thought for a while and typed in her lunar birthday.