Qiao Lan looked at the young man lying on the bed and didn't know what to say for a while.
Although men and women were different and couldn't empathize, as long as one thought about it, one would know that this feeling was definitely not good.
Forcefully holding it back or something …
Qiao Lan finally made up her mind and stared at the young man who was rolling himself into a cocoon for a while. She reached out and poked Tan Mo. "Mo Mo …"
Tan Mo's whole body suddenly shrunk even tighter. He turned his head and quickly glanced at Qiao Lan, rolled himself further away, and wrapped himself even more tightly. His voice was muffled and indescribably pitiful.
"Don't touch me. Stay away from me."
Qiao Lan: "…"
Even if she made up her mind to accept Tan Mo.
But that was all there was to it.
With Tan Mo's current state, was she going to grab Tan Mo and say that she was Xiangyao?
Impossible!
Qiao Lan shivered.
She was a reserved and shy girl!
Just thinking about this kind of thing was terrifying.
So Qiao Lan could only lie on her side and watch Tan Mo roll himself into a pile like a snail. If one listened carefully, they could even hear the young man muttering to himself from time to time.
Qiao Lan couldn't hear what he was saying. She thought about it and carefully moved closer. Finally, she heard the young man muttering to himself.
The periodic table of the elements.
Qiao Lan: "…"
Her mood suddenly became more complicated.
She felt sorry for him, wanted to laugh, and was speechless.
After lying on the side for a while, Qiao Lan suddenly wondered if it was better for her to go out at this time. Was her being here making Tan Mo feel uncomfortable?
When she thought about this, Qiao Lan suddenly felt that it was very reasonable.
Tan Mo said to just lie there for a while. How long would she have to lie there like this?
If she left Tan Mo for a while, she could go out and call Uncle Chen to ask if Tan Mo's drinking had anything to do with it. Then she could make something to sober him up, like tea, porridge, or something like that.
She wasn't too sure. She would check it on her phone when she got out.
With that thought in mind, Qiao Lan got up from the bed. He didn't touch Tan Mo anymore. Instead, he said to Tan Mo, "I'm going to the kitchen to get something to sober you up. You can lie down for a while …"
Before he could finish his sentence, the young man who was huddled up suddenly reached out and grabbed Qiao Lan's wrist.
"No," Tan Mo finally stopped memorizing the periodic table. His hands, which were overheated from being wrapped in the blanket or from some other reason, grabbed Qiao Lan's wrist tightly and refused to let her go.
"I'm not leaving," Qiao Lan explained patiently and patted Tan Mo's arm with her other hand. "I'm just going to the kitchen."
"No," Tan Mo said. After a while, his beautiful light brown eyes were still astonishingly bright, but he looked at Qiao Lan with an indescribable grievance and whispered, "Don't leave me."
Qiao Lan's heart softened immediately.
"I'm not leaving," Qiao Lan sat back down and held Tan Mo's hand. Their fingers were intertwined and her voice was unbelievably gentle. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to stay with you."
"Mm," Tan Mo replied with satisfaction. The young man's tall body moved over from the other side of the bed. He pressed his cheek against Qiao Lan's hand and lay down obediently.
The drunk young man's cheeks were very hot. He probably liked Qiao Lan's slightly cold hand very much. Not only did he press his cheek against it, he even rubbed it with satisfaction.
This time, he didn't look like a little wolf cub anymore. He looked like a spoiled kitten.
What kind of terrifying skills were these?
Qiao Lan felt that her heart was about to melt.
Did you know that it was a crime for a boy to be so affectionate?!
Tan Mo didn't know. His heart was full of pink bubbles as he pressed tightly against Qiao Lan. He sighed deeply and said something.
Qiao Lan didn't hear it clearly again. She pinched Tan Mo's earlobe and bent down to ask him, "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly."
"I want to tie a small rope around your body," Tan Mo was unusually honest when he was drunk. Usually, he didn't dare to say what he wanted to do, but tonight, he poured it out one by one. Although his voice was soft, Qiao Lan still heard it.
Qiao Lan, "…???"
"Why do you want to tie a rope around my body?"
"Tie it up," Tan Mo grabbed Qiao Lan's hand and rubbed it against it again. After he finished speaking, he whispered shyly, "This way, you'll never be able to leave me."
Qiao Lan was stunned. She was silent for a long time before she said, "Why do I feel like I'll leave you?"
Was she not good enough? Was that why Tan Mo still didn't feel safe?
Recently, Tan Mo's behavior had been normal. He was much happier and more open than before. Qiao Lan finally relaxed a little when she saw this.
She thought that after she said those words and said that she liked him again and again, Tan Mo wouldn't have such thoughts anymore.
However, Tan Mo was drunk today. It was said that the reaction after being drunk was the truest reaction.
Qiao Lan used to think that Tan Mo would never lie or hide his feelings and thoughts. Ever since she found out that Tan Mo liked her for so long, but he kept it in his heart and didn't let her see it, Qiao Lan didn't dare to think that way anymore.
So, was he pretending to be happy during this period of time? Or perhaps, his worries had never disappeared.
But why? Why did he feel like she would leave him?
The young man held her hand tightly and closed his eyes.
Why?
There were some voices that remained in the depths of his childhood. Because of Tan Mo's own resistance, he usually didn't think about them. However, the more he tried to suppress them, the more he wanted to forget them.
He didn't want to keep these memories, but they would always come to him spontaneously from time to time. Just like now, he still clearly remembered the words his cousin said at his grandfather's funeral.
You don't have a heart, you don't know how to love others, so no one will love you, no one will like you, and everyone will leave you.
"No one will always like me," Tan Mo said softly. He seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking to fate. He closed his eyes and curled himself up. "Everyone will leave me …"
Qiao Lan's hand that was holding Tan Mo's hand suddenly tightened. She wanted to say that she would never leave him, but the young man continued.
"They said that I don't have a heart, and I don't know how to love others," Tan Mo said. He raised his head and looked at Qiao Lan. "But I really love you."
Qiao Lan's eyes were sore, and tears almost rolled out.
"Don't go, don't leave me," the young man looked at her and said. "I will love you very much, no one will love you more than me."
Mother once said that in the future, you must be with the person who loves you, not the person you love. Only then will you be happier.
So..,
"So it's good that you have me." I will always be with you, take care of you, and protect you. No one will do better than me. So just like this, stay with me forever, and never leave me, okay?
Qiao Lan's tears fell uncontrollably, and her fingers caressed Tan Mo's cheek.
"Okay."
Perhaps it was because she hadn't done enough, or perhaps it was because the young man's dark childhood and his mother's death had left too many shadows, but these weren't important anymore.
Since the past couldn't be changed, then she would do better in the future.
Tan Mo didn't dare to believe it, so she would make him believe it bit by bit. She would make him believe that she really loved him, far more than he had imagined.
Tan Mo finally calmed down. After pressing his cheek against Qiao Lan's cheek for a while, he suddenly reached out and searched the drawer of the bedside table next to him for a long time.
In the end, he took out a small colored rope.
It was the colored rope that was left over from when she was making a bracelet for Tan Mo.
Who knew why Tan Mo had hidden it in the bedside table.
Although she didn't know what Tan Mo's intention was in the beginning, it was quite obvious now.
Tan Mo wrapped the thin colored rope around Qiao Lan's wrist, and then tied a dead knot. After confirming that it was very strong, he took out two more threads with satisfaction and extended the originally short colored rope.
The length of the three colored ropes was close to two meters. Tan Mo said with satisfaction, "Make it longer. This way, you can run a little further, but you can't run away."
Qiao Lan's lips curled up. "Yeah, I can't run away."
She didn't want to run away.
After Tan Mo finished tying the rope for Qiao Lan, he couldn't tie it for himself. Qiao Lan took the colored rope and said, "Let me do it."
Tan Mo obediently reached out his hand and let Qiao Lan tie a dead knot on his wrist.
After tying it, Tan Mo asked worriedly, "Are you done?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Oh." After five seconds of silence, she asked, "Is it a dead knot?"
Qiao Lan couldn't help but laugh again. "It's a dead knot. It can't be untied."
It was good that it couldn't be untied.
Tan Mo pulled one end of the colored rope, then the other end, and pulled Qiao Lan's hand over. His child-like eyes curved up.
Qiao Lan also laughed. "Then I'm going to the kitchen to drink some water now. Do you want to come with me?"
"Yes." Tan Mo flipped up from the bed.
"Then you still have to wash your face and brush your teeth later," Qiao Lan said as she walked.
Tan Mo didn't even think. "Together."
"And sleep."
"… Together."
"Then I want to take a shower?"
The drunk Tan Mo was too honest and amusing. Qiao Lan couldn't help but continue.
Tan Mo, who had been "together" all this time, finally stopped talking. After a long time, he said hesitantly, "Let's not take a shower."
Tan Mo suddenly became shy.
When Qiao Lan suddenly said this, Tan Mo just thought about it and stopped. He didn't dare to think too much.
Although he was drunk today, he still had a clear memory of what had just happened.
He didn't want to lie on the bed and wait for the reaction to pass …
This feeling wasn't good at all.
Qiao Lan couldn't help but laugh.
Tan Mo, who was so honest that he couldn't hide anything, was really too cute. Whether it was serious or joking, he always looked very serious.
Qiao Lan was now very curious. When Tan Mo woke up and saw the colored string in their hands, what kind of expression would he have and what kind of reaction would he have?
He usually pretended to be a serious person.
But it turned out that his mind was full of schemes.
Just like that, Tan Mo followed behind Qiao Lan and moved all of Qiao Lan's toiletries to his bathroom. He smiled and washed his face and brushed his teeth together with Qiao Lan. He felt that this atmosphere was especially good. If he didn't take a shower, then he pulled Qiao Lan to sit on a small bench and soak his feet.
He also stepped on Qiao Lan's tender and white feet from time to time.
Finally, he sat on a chair and watched Qiao Lan make the messy bed again.
The girl was still wearing the couple's outfit that they bought today. It was a casual shirt and a short skirt, revealing her long and straight legs.
Qiao Lan made the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and said to Tan Mo, "Do you want to sleep inside or outside …"
Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly trembled.
The boy suddenly stood up, walked over, and half-knelt in front of Qiao Lan. He bent down and gently kissed the girl's smooth and beautiful calf.
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