Chapter 31: Yan Mo Jiu really wanted to reward her with a kiss.

[What kind of nightmare did you have?]

Yan Mo Jiu replied in a second, picked up his coat from the sofa and walked out.

He said he would come back, and he did.

Because Yan Mo Jiu replied so quickly, Meng Mingxuan didn’t rush to get up, she just lay in bed and chatted with Yan Mo Jiu, one sentence after another.

She had a nightmare, actually because of Yan Mo Jiu.

The little bear that had accompanied her through countless long nights in her previous life, somehow ended up in her closet, and Yan Mo Jiu had taken it out and placed it in her arms.

She habitually slept with the bear, so she dreamed of her previous life again.

Her eyes were wet when she woke up.

Then she kicked the bear to the floor.

With a hint of sadness and a touch of grumpiness, she saw the note Yan Mo Jiu had left on her pillow.

[Wake up, tell me on WeChat.]

So he had come to her room while she was asleep.

She immediately touched her lips, wondering if she had drooled in her sleep, and how she looked while sleeping.

Meng Mingxuan and Yan Mo Jiu chatted back and forth for about 20 minutes, then the bedroom door opened.

She turned her head, her expression stunned.

How did he come back?

Yan Mo Jiu didn’t expect to see this when he came back.

The girl’s red lips were slightly parted, she looked at him with a hint of surprise.

Her watery eyes were misty.

One strap of her pink suspender dress had slipped down towards her delicate white left shoulder.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

The way she turned her head was perfectly facing him.

The faint glimpse of spring was enough to arouse the most hidden beastly instincts in a man.

“Ah.”

Meng Mingxuan belatedly realized that her chest was a little cold, she looked down, and immediately pulled up her pajamas.

She grabbed the blanket next to her and covered herself tightly.

Yan Mo Jiu knew he should leave.

Otherwise, she might become suspicious.

But he had already retreated for too long, almost letting her go to another man.

He didn’t want to retreat anymore.

“I was just doing something nearby, so I came back to see you.” Yan Mo Jiu walked in, sat down by the bed, and gently pulled the blanket down a little.

Meng Mingxuan’s face, which was redder than it should be, was immediately revealed.

She didn’t know what to say.

Her mind was a little confused.

Yan Mo Jiu, however, acted like a gentleman, his fingertips lightly touched her face, “Do you have a fever? Your face is so red.”

“…”

Meng Mingxuan looked at him, didn’t he see?

Or, in his heart, she was like his little sister, so even if he saw, it wouldn’t matter?

No matter which one it was, Meng Mingxuan wasn’t as nervous anymore.

“No.” She tried to sound natural, “I’m just a little hot.”

“Hot, and you’re covering yourself so tightly.”

Yan Mo Jiu continued to pull her blanket, but she held it tightly.

“Brother!”

Meng Mingxuan must have been in a hurry, she called out “brother.”

Yan Mo Jiu’s long eyebrows slowly furrowed.

“Who am I to Mingxuan now?”

“…Girlfriend.”

Fake girlfriend.

“Change the way you address me.” Yan Mo Jiu lowered his head slightly, his warm breath was very close to Meng Mingxuan’s, “Get used to it for a few days, so that we won’t be exposed when we go back to Kyoto.”

Meng Mingxuan opened her mouth, but couldn’t say anything.

After a while, she asked softly, “Change it to what?”

She didn’t know how to address a boyfriend.

In her previous life, before she married Yin Ting, she always called him by his name.

After they got married, Yin Ting left her alone in the wedding room from the wedding night onwards, she didn’t have the chance to call him anything.

Husband.

“Yan, Mo, Jiu.”

Call him by his name for now.

Later, call him husband.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan was slightly stunned.

How dare she call him by his name directly?

After Aunt Yan and Uncle Yan passed away, no one in Lincheng dared to call him by his name.

“Try calling me that.”

Yan Mo Jiu looked at her crimson lips, his voice slightly hoarse, with a hint of coaxing.

Meng Mingxuan tried to mentally prepare herself for a long time before she managed to squeak out a small, “Yan… Yan Mo Jiu.”

So well-behaved.

Yan Mo Jiu really wanted to reward her with a kiss.

But he just touched her earlobe and chuckled, “Call me that more before we go back to Kyoto.”

“Ah?”

“It’s unnatural.”

“Oh…”

Yan Mo Jiu suddenly looked towards the window.

The little bear was lying pitifully in the corner under the window, as if it had been bullied.

He got up, walked over, bent down and picked up the bear.

“You threw it so far.”

He held the bear by its ears and looked at Meng Mingxuan.

If it had fallen off the bed, it should be by the bed.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan felt a little uncomfortable.

It was a birthday present he had given her, her favorite.

“Yin Ting gave me an identical one, so I don’t want this one anymore.”

Meng Mingxuan didn’t dare to look at Yan Mo Jiu because she was lying.

Yan Mo Jiu looked at the bear in his hand, opened the window.

Meng Mingxuan watched as he threw the bear out.

“…”

After all, it was a gift from him.

She hadn’t thought about throwing it away.

But because of her lie, he threw it away himself.

Yan Mo Jiu turned around, catching the hint of regret in Meng Mingxuan’s eyes, and said, “It was just a replacement, it’s better to get rid of it.”

The regret in Meng Mingxuan’s heart disappeared.

It seemed like he was right.

The little bear was originally there to keep her company when he wasn’t home.

It was the same in her previous life.

It was because she missed him so much at that time, she couldn’t sleep, she was depressed, so she asked Lu Hui to help her go back to the villa to get it to keep her company.

But now, the bear would give her nightmares.

And she was back by his side.

The bear should really retire.

“Actually, you can bury it.” Meng Mingxuan thought for a moment and said.

“Daiyu burying flowers, Mingxuan burying a bear?”

“…”

Meng Mingxuan was a little confused.

It was just that Yan Mo Jiu rarely joked with her.

In her impression, Yan Mo Jiu was like a patriarch, cold and serious.

He was very good to her, very pampering, but he never joked with her.

“Go wash up, I’ll make breakfast.” Yan Mo Jiu walked past the bed, suddenly bent down, and reached out to support her behind the pillow.

Meng Mingxuan subconsciously leaned back.

But she heard a sentence – “Mingxuan’s acting is so bad, what will you do when you go to Kyoto?”

She forcibly stopped her intention to dodge, and even leaned forward a little.

The man’s thin lips brushed against her earlobe.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan froze, not daring to move.

Yan Mo Jiu’s breathing became a little disordered, but he quickly picked up the note next to the pillow, straightened up, “Very good, keep practicing.”

Looking at the man’s indifferent back as he turned around, Meng Mingxuan’s face was burning hot.

How could she not be as calm as her Ninth Brother?

The “calm” man leaned against the wall of the corridor as soon as he reached the door, closing his eyes and enduring.

The hem of his cold gray shirt was pushed up high.

After a while, the man regained his composure and walked towards the stairs.

…

The day of their departure to Kyoto was getting closer, and Meng Mingxuan and Yan Mo Jiu’s interactions were becoming more and more like a couple.

Although Meng Mingxuan still couldn’t be as calm as Yan Mo Jiu.

But she had made great progress compared to the beginning.

One day, Meng Mingxuan received a call from an acquaintance.

“I have something I want to talk to the Miss about in private.”

It was Feng Yilin.

Meng Mingxuan remembered that Yan Mo Jiu had told her that Feng Yilin was investigating Yin Ting’s background.

Now Feng Yilin suddenly asked her to talk in private, did he find out something?

“Okay.”

Meng Mingxuan agreed, then according to the address Feng Yilin gave her, she had Xu Li drive her there.