Chapter 914 - 933: A Sunlit Meimei Morning (Main Plot)
Chapter 914: Chapter 933: A Sunlit Meimei Morning (Main Plot)
From the moment her palm fell against him, it was destined to be an extraordinary morning.
She had hinted to Mo Si time and time again that she was the one he loved. Under these circumstances, if he could remain completely unaffected by his sweetheart’s teasing, steadfast as a mountain, would he even be human?
Mo Si moved.
He quickly reached out and clamped a hand around Qiuqiu’s wrist, his eyes flickering with a myriad of complex emotions. "Do you know what you’re doing?"
Qiuqiu tilted her head and smiled. "I know."
After confirming that she knew, she even stood on her tiptoes and softly whispered three words into Mo Si’s ear.
A low melody began to echo in the air. It all came as a complete surprise, yet at the same time, it made perfect sense.
At noon.
The sleepyhead finally opened his eyes. By the time he finished tidying up the bedroom, it was already 1:00 PM. According to their usual schedule, it should have been lunchtime. However, their resident head chef was exhausted and still resting.
Mo Si thought for a moment, turned on the giant projection screen to leave a message, and then hurried downstairs to the kitchen.
Two hours after Mo Si had woken up, Qiuqiu also woke up.
In a rare departure from her usual routine, she didn’t sit up immediately. Instead, she curled up under the covers and began to ponder deeply.
"Mhm... mhm... mhm! The feeling of riding a panda is surprisingly not bad," she mused to herself. "So this is the kind of Mecha Soldier that’s so highly sought after in the marriage market. Not bad at all. It just takes a bit of a toll on the body."
She yawned and dug out her clothes from yesterday to put on. That was when Qiuqiu noticed Mo Si’s message.
[Are you awake? Send me a message when you are. I’m downstairs cooking.]
"Oh, he actually went to cook," she murmured.
However, Qiuqiu didn’t send a message to Mo Si. It was just a short flight of stairs between the upper and lower floors. Why call him up here? Call him up just to carry her down?
PFFT. Amused by her own imagination, Jiang Qiuqiu rubbed her aching lower back, opened the bedroom door, and walked out step by step.
Even though she was upstairs, she could already smell the faint, appetizing aroma of food in the air. It seemed his cooking skills had improved a bit more.
Curious, she made her way down the stairs. When she took the first step, her legs did feel a bit weak, but by holding onto the handrail, she quickly adapted. Her shoes landed on the stairs, making soft tapping sounds.
Soon, a remarkably tall man appeared at the bottom of the staircase.
He bounded up the stairs like a gust of wind, his eyes shining with a completely different light than before. "Why didn’t you send me a message?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of questioning.
"It’s such a short distance, I can walk by myself," Qiuqiu said.
"No.
"I’ll carry you down."
Then, with lightning speed, he scooped Qiuqiu into a Princess carry and bounded down the stairs, THUMP THUMP THUMP.