Insects

  Every other day at 8 o'clock in the morning, Mochen peeks around the door of the study.

  Logically speaking, with Mo Xie Na's personality, she would definitely not enter the study room on time to be bullied by her. Mochen told herself: Go in, you won't run into him. Going in first is stronger, and it's easier to calm down mentally.

  "Come on in, bug!"

  Suddenly, a lazy voice came from inside the door, startling Meng Xiang so much that she bumped her head on the carved wooden door frame. Her face red, she jumped inside and asked, "What did you call me?"

  He's unusually refreshed today, his voice sounds lazy, but his small body sits upright, "bug."

  "What's going on here?" Mu Xi sneered.

  "Cicada, isn't it an insect?" He replied matter-of-factly, "The way you poked your head in just now reminded me of a line from a poem - 'Insect sounds newly penetrate the green window screens', right?"

  Get out of here!

  But she didn't dare to scold him out loud, and she felt a little guilty.

  Last night she was dazed, but she wouldn't forget the pain on her tiger's mouth - that one ache that pulled her out of her dream alive. After Mo Xie left, she dared to lower her head and look at her own tiger's mouth, where a tooth mark was printed without leaving any emotion.

  The puppy heard her begging Jiang Yuanfeng in a low voice in her dream, and he actually bit her!

  Of course, she also had no way of denying that her wound was actually still a little wet before it started hurting... She was having a fever and convulsions in her dream because of the old injury, but as a result of that one instance of wetness, everything got better; so much so that she even dreamed of Jiang Yuanfeng.

  She glanced at him, her face already flushing red with restraint.

  He had licked her on the small station platform, and it seemed that at that time, he was also not in pain after licking; That is to say, last night he sneaked into her room, taking advantage of her sleep to lick her again... After that, he even told her something about being pressed by a ghost.

  Mom, this situation is getting more and more unbearable the more I think about it! Xia Mochen, stop, just stop already!!!

  He raised his eyes and glanced at her with a good temper, "You see me so red-faced, isn't it again? Otherwise, I'll comfort you?"

  Mò Xiǎn lowered his head, silently pulled out the Hǎi Dī Gāo Kǎo mock exam papers, took out the most difficult English set, and innocently placed it in front of Mò Xié. "Little Xié, I know you hate it when tutors come to disturb your peaceful summer vacation... how about this: if you can answer 80% of these questions correctly, I'll buy a ticket and leave tonight."

  His smile vanished in an instant, and he narrowed his eyes as he stared at her, "Are you leaving?"

  "Hmm. Anyway, you got full marks yesterday. I understand that not getting into university isn't because of a lack of knowledge, but because you don't want to go. In that case, my coming here is also unnecessary." Meng Cui winked at him, "Don't worry, I won't tell Third Uncle the truth. I'll just say that I'm not capable enough and let him invite someone else who's more skilled."

  He lowered his head and gripped the pen tightly. Mo Zhen got up, "You answer the questions first. I'll come back to check in an hour."

  If the 20-year incubation period of rabies really arrived, she would rush back home to huddle with her parents, and then...and then go back to revisit those places where she used to go with Yuan Feng.

  As she stepped out of the doorway with a worried expression, it seemed as if she heard a faint voice behind her: "......bug, don't go."

  "Huh?" Meng Xiang turned his head back, but saw that the white-shirted youth was hanging his head.

  She must have misheard.