Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

He first returned to his own flat but found it empty. He then went to Yan Su’s.

He spent a while knocking on her door, but no one answered it. At last, he received a WeChat message from Yan Su —’Stop knocking. I’m so tired. I’m already in bed.’

Mo Liuxi felt speechless.

He thought he would come home to see a woman lying on his bed, but it turned out that he was wrong. There was no woman on his bed, and the woman next-door refused to open her door for him.

This is awful, he complained silently.

With no other choice, he slept in his own bedroom. Lying on the empty, large bed, he tossed and turned, feeling so cold and lonely.

It suddenly popped in his mind that Nian Junting always posted WeChat moments, so he quickly stood up and posted a selfie in his pajamas on his WeChat moment, along with the words —’The winter in Xia City, cold.’

Yan Su saw the post the next morning. Luosang left her comment under the selfie —’Brother, the winter in Xia City isn’t so cold.”

Nian Xi —’The winter here is all right. I think it’s your heart that feels cold. You need a girlfriend. Let me introduce to you, the prettiest girl from our police station…”

Yan Su laughed. Somehow, she felt that Mo Liuxi’s WeChat moment was not as simple as it looked. He rarely posted WeChat moments.

After Yan Su washed up, Mo Liuxi knocked on her door. His face was full of coldness and unhappiness.

“I didn’t sleep the night before last, so I slept early last night,” Yan Su explained with a low voice. She didn’t tell him that it was because she felt a little uncomfortable after hearing her classmate say that Mo Liuxi drove An Ning home.

“Did you sleep well?” Mo Liuxi’s face finally warmed a little.

“Fine.” Yan Su turned and headed toward the kitchen. “I didn’t make congee. I boiled two eggs. Just drink some milk.”

“But I didn’t sleep well.” Mo Liuxi followed behind her. “Did you see my WeChat post?”

Yan Su turned off the heat, looked at him helplessly and said, “Get a thick quilt if you’re cold.”

“I don’t need a quilt, I need a woman.” Mo Liuxi put his arms around her waist and whispered with a soft, low voice, “I need you. Ever since we slept together, I found my bed too big and too empty. I finally understand why you got such a small bed.”

Hearing that so early in the morning made Yan Su blush. “I didn’t get the bed myself,” she said. “Your brother-in-law bought me that bed when he bought Luosang’s bed. He said that the large beds are too expensive. He doesn’t want to spend too much money on me, so he bought me a simple wooden bed. It cost him two thousand yuan. Did you see your sister’s luxurious bed made from Italian leather? That one cost sixty thousand.”

Mo Liuxi was speechless. Nian Junting was such a stingy person.

“No wonder that bed squeaked the other night. Thankfully, nothing really happened, or the bed might’ve fallen apart.”

Yan Su couldn’t bear listening to that. A two-thousand-yuan bed wouldn’t be that fragile.

“It’s all right. I’ll buy you a bed that’s even better than my sister’s,” said Mo Liuxi.

“Forget it. My room is too small for a bed like that anyway.” Yan Su shook her head. “Can we stop talking about beds? Let’s have breakfast.”

“All right.” Mo Liuxi took over the egg. “Why didn’t you make congee? I want congee.”

On hearing that, Yan Su felt uneasy. “Do you like me or my congee? If An Ning’s congee was as good as mine, would you be with her?”