The entire house had only him in it.
It was a very small, ordinary house, but it was impeccably tidy, with everything placed just right.
Nestled in his arms, she curiously looked around his home—this was where he lived, clean and simple, just like him.
Mo Yehan had never felt so stiff and awkward in his own home before. “Um… my, my place… is really small,” he stammered.
His face flushed all the way to his ears, as if deeply ashamed.
“You shouldn’t have come,” he said helplessly.
“Carry me to your bedroom,” Tian Xi said sweetly, resting her head against his chest.
Mo Yehan held her tighter and walked into his room.
In sight was a single bed with blue checkered sheets. Beside it stood a wooden study desk, above which was a carefully arranged photo wall—all pictures of Tian Xi.
There were photos of her in the hallway, the cafeteria, and at the school entrance, clearly taken without her knowledge.
The young man spoke hoarsely, stumbling over his words, “I… I didn’t mean to take those photos of you secretly. I’m not a creep.”
Tian Xi reached out and covered his thin lips, batting her long eyelashes. “You made me look really pretty in these. I like them a lot.”
She slipped out of his embrace and approached the photo wall, reaching out to gently touch each picture. Her slender waist bent into a graceful curve.
Mo Yehan glanced at her, then quickly looked away, but his hands had already clenched slowly. The air was filled with her sweet fragrance.
She was just too beautiful and adorable. How could he restrain his overwhelming desire to kiss her? He quickly muttered, “I’ll get you some water,” and turned to leave the bedroom.
The moment he stepped out, he took a deep breath, walked to the table, and poured a glass of plain water. Worried she might not like it, he hurried out to the fruit stand at the alley entrance and bought a watermelon and a box of strawberries.
When he returned, he prepared the watermelon and washed the strawberries before heading back to the bedroom.
His eyes widened in surprise.
The girl had taken off her shoes and was sitting on his bed, holding his clothes and sniffing them.
Seeing him return, she looked up with a sweet smile. “Your clothes smell so nice. I really like it.” The scent was fresh and elegant, with his unique cool undertone—absolutely captivating.
Mo Yehan felt his mouth go dry and his head spin.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he said softly, “Have some fruit to quench your thirst.”
In the height of summer, his bedroom only had a small fan blowing warm air. The Little Princess on the bed was already sweating on her forehead from the heat, her fair cheeks flushed pink, and her lips rosy—enough to make anyone who looked at her fall for her instantly.
Mo Yehan didn’t dare look at her for too long. He was a normal man, already in love with her, and in this situation, his emotions were running wild.
He handed Tian Xi half of the watermelon, but she didn’t take it. “Feed me,” she said.
Sitting on the bed, still holding his clothes, she even rubbed them between her fingers.
Mo Yehan felt as if his heart were clutched in her hand, his mind in complete disarray. “You should eat it yourself,” he stammered, offering it to her again.
She still didn’t take it, instead leaning down to take a small bite from the tip of the watermelon. Softly, she said, “You can have the rest.”
Mo Yehan stared at the watermelon where she had bitten—a tiny crescent missing, utterly adorable. The corners of his lips lifted as he lowered his head and took a big bite from the same spot.So sweet, so sweet that it sent a shiver through his entire body, that dizzying sensation of happiness washing over him once again.
He finished the piece of watermelon in a few bites, then took out another half. This time, he proactively fed her, and she still only took a small bite from the tip, leaving the rest for him.
After eating three pieces, she said softly and sweetly, “I don’t want any more. I’m full.”
Mo Yehan, who was still munching on the watermelon, stopped. He looked up and saw the girl already lying flat on the bed, her legs stretched out, her skirt wrinkled and messy, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. Tilting her head, she asked him, “Why didn’t you come to school today?”
“I took my mom to see a doctor,” Mo Yehan replied calmly.
Tian Xi asked, “Can I ask what illness your mom has?”
Mo Yehan’s expression darkened, his lips pressed together as he remained silent. He was afraid that revealing his mother’s illness would scare away the Little Princess. Just as he hesitated…
Suddenly, the girl reached out and pulled him onto the bed. “Mo Yehan, your home is so comfortable. I don’t even want to go back. I want to sleep here.”
Mo Yehan stiffened, then rolled off the bed and brought the hand that had held the watermelon to his lips, sucking on it lightly. “You should go home now.”
Tian Xi couldn’t believe it. She had been so direct, yet he had rejected her?
In her past life, he had held her lifeless body, kissed her, and even changed her clothes. She thought he had desired her deeply, but now he was treating her like this. Had he lost interest in her?
Feeling deeply hurt, she hugged his shirt, turned away from him, and curled up, her shoulders trembling as she let out soft sobs. “So you don’t want me. You don’t like me at all, do you?”
An intense dizziness, like a tidal wave, washed over Mo Yehan. He stood there, unable to tear his eyes away from her slender figure, the intensity in his gaze growing deeper. “Tian Xi, do you know what you’re saying?”
“I know very well,” Tian Xi turned around, sat up, and said loudly.
Her face was streaked with tears, and she stubbornly bit her lip. Would she bite it until it bled? She was so delicate and tender—if she hurt herself, it would break his heart.
The young man knelt down, unable to resist leaning over her legs, which were dangling off the bed, and whispered softly, “Tian Xi, you… you’re a princess. How could I ever possess you so casually?”
In his room, in such a humble place.
To possess someone as wonderful as her would be too cruel. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Tian Xi gently stroked his hair and asked softly, “Don’t you want to possess me?”
Want? Of course, he wanted!
He thought about it every day and every night.
He hated himself for having such filthy thoughts, like at this very moment, wanting to push her down and tell her in a rough voice just how much he craved her—a craving she could never bear.
“I’m willing to give myself to you, Mo Yehan,” Tian Xi said, biting her lip shyly. After all, she had lived two lifetimes, so she could afford to be a little bold.
But the young man before her was clearly startled by her words. He exclaimed in surprise, “I don’t need you to do that. You shouldn’t do that.”
Tian Xi: “!!!”
“Why not? We’re a couple, and we’re both adults. Shouldn’t we be able to do what adults do?”
After being reborn, Tian Xi didn’t want to wait any longer. She had owed Mo Yehan too much in her past life, and she wanted to cherish him properly now.
Mo Yehan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his head spinning, his dazed eyes slowly narrowing. “I don’t think you’re ready yet, and neither am I.”
Tian Xi fell silent.
Had she been too forward?
Had she annoyed him?
A wave of bitterness washed over her. “It’s me… I was too impatient…”Mo Yehan rose from the ground, bent down, and cupped her cheeks, covering her lips with his. A blend of fervor and intense restraint was woven into this kiss.
Tian Xi was nearly suffocated by the kiss. Her hands clenched tightly, her breath stolen away, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
When he ended the kiss, she gasped for air, feeling as if she were about to die. It was just a kiss, so why did she feel unable to bear it…
The young man’s voice was hoarse and low: “I told you, you’re not ready yet. You can’t handle my intensity.”
He wanted more.
What he desired was too overwhelming.
She was so delicate—how could she possibly endure it?
Tian Xi’s face flushed crimson. It turned out she had underestimated the situation.
Whimpering softly, she felt utterly ashamed. She couldn’t even handle a single kiss, let alone anything more. How embarrassing…