Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jingshen was reading work emails. Not disturbing him, Ji Nuan walked over and placed the bowl about twenty centimeters away from his hand. Then she looked at his cold, silent face as he worked and said in a low voice, “I cooked some noodles for you.”

The man didn’t respond, but she knew he heard.

Without another word, she turned and walked out, closing the study door softly behind her.

Without any company, she ate alone.

She quickly ate her bowl of noodles and then went to clean up the kitchen and the refrigerator. She ate some fruit and put the rest of the fruit into a plate, which was saved for him. After all, it wasn’t convenient to go in to disturb him now.

After the shower, Ji Nuan found a book to read. He remained in the study, and she just read quietly on the sofa in the living room.

They used to enjoy such a peaceful life, in Ao Lan International, in the Yu Garden, and in T City, not so long ago.

One life, two persons, three meals, four seasons.

In fact, it was the greatest happiness to live this kind of simplest and purest life.

It was getting late, and the rain outside had stopped. It didn’t rain much in spring, but she felt lucky that it rained tonight. When she needed an excuse to stay here, the rain was falling, and when it was late at night, the rain stopped, no longer making noise.

It was past twelve o’clock in the night, and the living room lights had been turned off. Only a floor lamp by the side of the sofa was still on, and light poured over her body from overhead. Ji Nuan turned the page of the book in her hand and looked at the door of the study.

She brought dinner to him at about eight o’clock. Now, if she went in to get the bowl at this time, it should be reasonable, and she wouldn’t disturb him, would she?

She put down her book, got up from the sofa, and went to the door. Then she put her ear to the door and listened inside.

Had he finished his work is currently resting in his study, or was he still busy at work?

There was no bed but only a couch in the study, and he couldn’t have planned to sleep there again because she was there, could he?

It was not like there was only one bedroom here. He shouldn’t have to do that.

Ji Nuan softly pushed the door open and saw that the light in the study was still on. He was still reading emails in front of the computer. He did not respond after hearing the door opening.

“Why won’t you go to sleep?” Ji Nuan asked in a low voice.

Knowing that he would just ignore her question, Ji Nuan didn’t wait for his answer but glanced at the table, only to find that he hadn’t eaten the bowl of noodles she had brought in a few hours ago.

There was not even a change in the heart-shaped seasoning she had arranged.