You Are My Unforgettable Love

[My Idol: Did you manage to find the household registration booklet?]

Shi Nianyao immediately typed her gleeful reply: [Nothing’s too hard for me. Don’t worry, I’ve got it!]

Mo Xicheng’s reply came: [Yes, see you tomorrow.]

She sent yet another message: [See you tomorrow.]

After the brief exchange, there were a few things running through her mind. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to get to sleep.

She was getting married?

She was going to marry her male idol tomorrow??

And furthermore under the circumstance that the parents on both sides were unaware. The more she thought about her behavior, the more she felt that she was being rash. Furthermore, she felt somewhat frightened by what was going on.

Was she getting a case of prenuptial cold feet?

She bit her lip and thought for a long while. Then she picked up the phone and sent him a short message: [Are you asleep?]

He replied very quickly: [No, what’s up?]

Shi Nianyao: [I can’t sleep, I’m a little nervous.]

Right after she sent the message, a call from Mo Xicheng came in.

She stared at his name flashing on her cell phone screen and paused. Smiling, she picked up the call.

His familiar voice rang out from the other end, “Hey.”

She broke into a smile immediately.

In the pitch darkness of the night, lit only by the glow of her cell phone screen, that smile looked exceptionally silly but also exceptionally sweet.

“Hey,” she said and wasn’t quite sure what to say after that.

She hid her head under her blanket shyly, almost curled up into a tight ball.

Suddenly, they didn’t know what to say to each other.

They could hear each other’s breathing at the other end of the line.

Mo Xicheng finally said after a while, “Yao Yao.”

There was a silent pause before the girl suddenly realized he was calling her, so she quickly replied, “Ah.”

Then she heard laughter coming from the other end.

It was a deep and resonant chuckle and sounded extremely attractive in the darkness.

She almost went into a daze again when he said, “Silly girl.”

That affectionate tone was sweet like nothing she had ever experienced.

They were only two simple words, but they felt as though she was being infused with a sudden burst of honey inside.

Silly girl,

She grinned broadly, but said in a fierce tone, “What was that?”

“Have I ever told you something?”

“What??”

Mo Xicheng fell silent for a moment and then said, “I love you.”

She was stunned and speechless.

Her grip on the cell phone tightened as her pupils enlarged.

She felt like she was in a dream, hearing those words under the blanket.

Wide-eyed and in a daze, she said, “What?”

Silence.

“Did you just make a confession?”

Mo Xicheng: …

“Am I dreaming?!”

Mo Xicheng: …

“Mo Xicheng!”

“Uh huh?”

“Say it again.”

He repeated, “I love you.”

She immediately buried her face in her hands and listened to those words in deep concentration, as if afraid that someone else might hear it, and that would make it less than solely and exclusively her.

She gulped and then broke out into a silly grin.

“Mo Xicheng.”

“Uh huh?”

“I love you too.”

“Ok.”

She did a flip on her bed and a bicycle kick. Then Mo Xicheng asked, “So will you be able to sleep now?”

She replied, “I think I’m even more awake than before!”

Mo Xicheng: …

She suggested, “Are you free tonight? Do you want to keep chatting all night?”