Chapter 909 - 928: Oh, So We’re Not Going Back Tonight, Just Chatting?
Chapter 909: Chapter 928: Oh, So We’re Not Going Back Tonight, Just Chatting?
Now that she was done looking around, she wondered if it was time to leave. Qiuqiu gazed out the window of Mo Si’s room.
WHOA. Looking out from here, she could actually see the courtyard of Qiuqiu’s house.
"Do you often watch me from up here?"
Mo Si hadn’t taken off his pajamas yet. Still dressed as a giant panda, he leaned in and said, "I do."
"I really want to know what you look like when you’re watching me."
The question was a bit abstract, or at least, Mo Si didn’t know how to describe it. He could only give a demonstration.
It probably looked something like this. Mo Si gently nudged Qiuqiu to look up. Starlight fell into his eyes, and within his deep, dark gaze beneath the lamp, it was like Xinxue under a clear sky, or the world brightening after a fresh rain.
"Probably like this."
The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Qiuqiu averted her eyes. Mo Si, not understanding why, followed her gaze.
Qiuqiu said, "Even though it’s late, I’m suddenly not sleepy anymore.
"I kind of don’t want to go back and rest."
It was nighttime. This was Mo Si’s home, Mo Si’s room. A single sentence like that carried more weight than a thousand galloping horses.
Mo Si froze for a moment, then said very seriously, "How could you not? You’ve severely overdrawn your spiritual power. Recovering your spiritual power through sleep is the optimal choice."
Qiuqiu was speechless.
"It’s no wonder you were single for so long."
"I’m not single." Hearing Qiuqiu’s remark, Mo Si sensed something amiss. "What do you mean, Qiuqiu?"
"Figure it out yourself!"
The realization hit him in an instant. Replaying what Qiuqiu had just said, Mo Si’s eyes widened sharply as if he finally understood. "You don’t want to go back to sleep?"
A blush crept up his cheeks.
"Wouldn’t that be... inappropriate?" Whatever he was thinking of, his expression became incredibly vivid. It was a bashfulness so charming that even the black-and-white panda hood couldn’t suppress it. "I’m not ready yet."
Qiuqiu fell silent again.
"What are you thinking? I just meant that my sleepiness suddenly vanished, and I have a lot I want to talk to you about."
"A lot?"
"How about we just chat tonight? We can sleep late and wake up later tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Oh, oh. So we’re only going to chat tonight?" Mo Si’s expression carried an indescribable sense of disappointment.
Look at how disappointed he was.
"Of course not," Qiuqiu said with a straight face. "If you want, we can do more than just chat."
"..." He struggled internally for a moment. The words ’let’s just forget it’ tangled on his lips, but ultimately he replied, "I don’t know either."
They decided it was best to just chat first.
Before chatting, Qiuqiu washed up. There were no clothes for her here. Although their houses were very close, Mo Si didn’t go back to fetch her any. She figured Mo Si’s towels weren’t dirty anyway, right? They had all been washed.
There were also ready-made clothes. Even though his absurdly long panda pajamas fit her like a burlap sack, it didn’t matter. Wearing a loose, baggy sack was actually quite comfortable.
Having had his clothes stolen, Mo Si was left speechless. Feeling wronged, he slipped a short-sleeved shirt over his bare chest.
It was getting late; it was time to rest.
After all, it was winter. Qiuqiu was dressed in too little and the clothes were too loose. They couldn’t just sit on the side and chat; she would catch a cold that way. Therefore, it was best to lie in bed, tucked under the covers.
As for whether they should share one blanket or use two? Naturally, it would be one. They were a couple now—what was the point of using two blankets? HEHE.
Unlike the tropes in various web novels, there wasn’t any unique scent belonging to Mo Si under the covers. The man had only just returned himself. The bedding had all been machine-sterilized by robots. Due to the strict standards of the sanitation robots, the blankets were completely odorless.