LOCAM 22

Chapter 22

Mo Xingyuan never said what he planned to call him, and he didn’t care.

Su Li was also curious—this time, how exactly was Mo Xingyuan planning to deal with He Shuming?

He definitely wouldn’t just hire people to beat him up again.

That night, the whole family sat together watching TV. After nine o’clock, Mr. Mo stood up first. “It’s getting late. Rest early.”

Mrs. Mo also looked at Su Li and Mo Xingyuan, her gaze gentle. “Our family doesn’t have many rules. You can sleep as late as you want. No one will disturb you.”

Su Li instantly heard the hidden meaning in those words.

Her cheeks showed a hint of shyness.

Mr. and Mrs. Mo went back to their room first. Only then did Su Li turn to Mo Xingyuan. “Sleep?”

Mo Xingyuan turned off the TV.

Su Li followed him—still to the same room.

Once the door closed, Su Li immediately started looking around, trying to figure out which corner she could sleep in.

“I’ll check if there are extra blankets in the closet.” She told him before searching it, but there weren’t any extra blankets inside.

Not even a slightly thicker throw.

Su Li frowned. She wasn’t afraid of sleeping on the floor—she was just afraid of catching a cold again.

It was New Year’s; she didn’t want to get sick.

She stood there, troubled.

Mo Xingyuan was surprised she was actually this obedient.

He ignored her and went to the bathroom to shower.

When he came out, Su Li was still standing there, staring at the bed.

“Mo Xingyuan, let me sleep on the bed. I promise, I’ll behave.” Su Li raised her hand seriously. “I absolutely won’t touch you.”

Mo Xingyuan rolled his eyes, walked straight to the bed, lifted the blanket, and got in.

Seeing he wasn’t giving in, Su Li sighed and muttered softly, “If I catch a cold, I’ll still have to sleep in your bed anyway.”

Mo Xingyuan frowned and finally looked at her directly. “If you want to sleep, then sleep. Why talk so much?”

Su Li’s eyes instantly lit up. Without asking again, she smiled and hurried into the bathroom.

Mo Xingyuan took a deep breath.

He was giving in to her, step by step.

Like the line in the middle of a desk—the so-called demarcation line—at first it was in the center, but the person on the other side kept creeping forward, taking more and more space.

Su Li came out after showering, hair dried.

She walked to the bed. Mo Xingyuan was leaning against the headboard, looking at his phone, ignoring her.

Before he could change his mind, Su Li quickly climbed onto the bed, laying down with her back to him, afraid he’d kick her down if she was even a second late.

She lay at the very edge, keeping a big distance from him.

She had made a promise, and she would keep it—if she said she wouldn’t touch him, she would absolutely not touch him.

“Mo Xingyuan, goodnight.” Su Li couldn’t see his expression. After saying it, she closed her eyes.

After a moment, Mo Xingyuan finally turned his head slightly.

The woman was curled up tightly, lying parallel to the edge of the bed. She wrapped her blanket too firmly, leaving an empty space between them.

Usually her mouth acted like she wanted to take advantage of him in every way possible, but at moments like this, she didn’t dare at all.

Mo Xingyuan put down his phone, turned off the light, and lay flat.

The empty space between them felt drafty.

He had to move a little toward her so the stretched blanket would loosen.

It was his first time sharing a bed with a woman. Mo Xingyuan wasn’t used to it—closing his eyes didn’t make him fall asleep.

The vibration of his phone and the faint light made him open his eyes again. When he sat up slightly and reached for his phone, the woman beside him suddenly turned over and leaned a bit closer.

Mo Xingyuan thought he had woken her up. He lifted the phone and glanced at her.

She was sleeping deeply, her expression soft, completely unconcerned about sharing a bed with a man.

Heartless.

Mo Xingyuan sat up again, turned on a wall lamp, and unlocked his phone.

He opened a message.

【Xingyuan, I want to come back and accompany you right now.】

Seeing this message, Mo Xingyuan pressed his thin lips together, staring at the screen for a long time.

Suddenly, something tightened around his waist.

He lowered his head—at some point, Su Li had leaned over again. Her arm was around his waist, and her face was pressed against his arm.