The moment her words fell, she clearly felt the arm around her waist tighten even more. This time, the force was no longer one of restraint but rather a kind of cherishing and declaration.
Ye Mochen’s tense, handsome face finally relaxed completely.
The smile at the corner of his lips became much more pronounced than before. Though still somewhat awkward, it carried a pure, heart-stirring joy.
He lowered his head, his movements stiff and unfamiliar, as if his body were fumbling to learn a new language called intimacy.
His forehead pressed against hers, his nose carefully brushed against the tip of her nose. The touch was light, yet it felt like an electric current had surged through him, making his entire body heat up.
The bustling voices around them, the prying gazes, the bright lights of the mall—all faded away at this moment, isolated into a distant, blurry background.
His entire world rapidly shrank until only the upturned face in his arms, smiling sweetly at him, and that title repeatedly imprinted on his heart remained.
Boyfriend.
This word was his new identity.
Then she… she was his…
This realization was like a stone thrown into a deep pond, exploding in his heart with ripples upon ripples of ecstasy.
Ye Mochen’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he squeezed out a low, hoarse syllable from his chest: “Yiyi.”
His voice was gravelly, carrying a solemnity that shook the soul.
He paused, as if gathering all his strength, before uttering the word that corresponded to “boyfriend”—one he had just learned.
“Girlfriend.”
Not a question, but a declaration. A fact he unilaterally acknowledged.
These three words, spoken from his lips, carried a profound, bone-deep satisfaction. The vibration traveled through his chest, clearly reaching her heart.
[Doudou: System warning! The iceberg is melting at an irreversible, accelerating rate. Server happiness index continues to skyrocket, CPU is about to overheat and crash. Sister, quick! You must stabilize him! Otherwise, this man might just be so happy he loses his mind!]
Ran Weiyi felt the resonance in his chest and heard his childish yet domineering declaration. Finally unable to hold back, she laughed out loud.
She didn’t retreat. Instead, she raised her hand and gently poked the corner of his lips, which were struggling to curve upward.
“Mm, your girlfriend,” she agreed with a smile, her voice full of indulgence.
Her confirmation seemed to press the final activation switch.
Ye Mochen pulled her tightly into his embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head and taking a deep breath.
This hug was filled with possessiveness, yet the force was perfectly controlled, with a sense of cherishment overriding everything else—as if the person in his arms was his entire world.
Ran Weiyi was nearly squeezed breathless, her whole body pressed against his burning chest. In her ears, his heartbeat thundered like a drum, heavy and clear, vibrating until her eardrums tingled.
He… truly was so happy he was going crazy~
Suppressing her laughter, Ran Weiyi helplessly reached out and patted his stiff back, soothing him: “Achen, if you keep hugging me like this, your new girlfriend is going to be honorably sacrificed.”
Her joking words made his body stiffen slightly. The arm around her waist loosened a little but still didn’t let go.
He simply buried his face in the crook of her neck, rubbing against it with a muffled sound, like a sated large canine animal acting spoiled.Warm breaths sprayed against her skin, bringing a fine, ticklish sensation.
“Mine.”
His low voice rumbled from his throat, thick with a nasal tone. The two words were mumbled, yet carried a hint of childishness and possessiveness.
Ran Weiyi was completely amused by his demeanor.
Who would have thought that the fearsome Ye Mochen could have such a side—a side that belonged only to her.
Suddenly, a crisp notification sound rang in her mind.
[Ding-dong!]
Immediately after, Doudou’s excited, almost squealing loli voice exploded in her consciousness like fireworks.
[Sis, Love Value from Ye Mochen +10! World Abhorrence Value -10!]
Held tightly in his embrace, Ran Weiyi could feel the frantic beating of his heart in his chest, and she froze for a moment.
She had always thought that reducing the Abhorrence Value on him, which represented the will of the world, could only be achieved by curing the toxins in his body.
But now…
It turned out it wasn’t just about healing—love could do it too.
This realization made her heart skip a beat, and a strange, joyful emotion surged within her.
This was the first time since transmigrating into the book that Ran Weiyi truly stepped into the bustling world.
The mall was brightly lit, the air filled with a mix of leather and perfume scents. Everything was so refined it felt unreal.
Ye Mochen held her hand tightly, his fingers interlocked with hers, his back straight as a rod. Every step he took seemed as if he were marching on a military parade ground.
His entire aura screamed “keep away,” his sharp eyes quickly scanning the surroundings. It didn’t feel like shopping; it felt more like surveying a dangerous zone.
His goal was clear: make her happy, then immediately take her away from this noisy place.
Ran Weiyi’s gaze lingered on a white handbag from the latest collection for just two seconds longer. Before she could take a closer look, Ye Mochen had already spoken to the approaching sales assistant in a deep voice, “Wrap it up.”
[Doudou: Ding! Detected that the male lead has activated “Money Offensive” mode. Sis, his shopping logic is roughly: whatever catches his eye, he buys!]
The sales assistant paused for a moment before quickly putting on a professional smile. “Sir, this bag comes in other colors as well. It’s very versatile…”
“The one she looked at,” Ye Mochen interrupted her, his tone firm.
Jiang Pei, standing behind him, immediately understood and pulled out a black card from his pocket, handing it over. The entire process took no more than ten seconds, as efficient as a military raid.
Ran Weiyi’s lips twitched, and she suppressed a smile. She decided to go along with his intentions and walked over to a row of exquisitely designed high heels.
Ye Mochen’s gaze immediately followed, and he gave Jiang Pei a meaningful look.
Jiang Pei understood and stepped forward, saying to the sales assistant, “This entire row, size thirty-six, wrap them all up.”
The dozen or so black-suited bodyguards who had been silently following them finally had a chance to shine. They stepped forward expressionlessly, taking the beautifully wrapped shopping bags from the sales assistant one by one, their movements perfectly synchronized.
The scene was bizarre—a group of imposing men, each holding pink or blue shopping bags, drawing curious glances from everyone around.
[Doudou: Alert lifted. The attention rate from surrounding male beings has dropped to thirty percent! Everyone’s focus has successfully shifted to this “Tough Guy Shopping Squad.” Sis, congratulations on unlocking the achievement [Walking ATM]!]Ran Weiyi ignored Doudou’s teasing. She understood that Ye Mochen’s behavior was partly to make her happy, and partly a clumsy way of asserting his claim.
He wanted to use the things he bought to gradually cover her with his own mark.
He indulged her probing, so she also indulged his clumsiness.