On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

Chapter 117 I'll always be here!
The white rose petals inside the glass dome were edged with gold powder, like snow kissed by moonlight.

Chen Mo suddenly reached out and brushed away the stray hairs clinging to the back of her neck: "Whether the flowers wither or not, the person who gives them and the person who receives them will always remember how they looked when they were in full bloom."

The moment her fingertips brushed against her skin, Su Yuqing held her breath.

Because Chen Mo's words seemed more like he was talking about a person.

People grow old, but two people who have experienced a whole life together can always remember the beautiful moments they shared.

"Giving Yueyue a bouquet of preserved flowers for her birthday would be nice, but let's sound her out first."

Soon, Chen Mo took out his phone and sent a message to Huang Mao.

He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the preserved flower in front of him. A new message immediately popped up in Huang Mao's chat window—

[Lao Mo]: I found a really great birthday gift for you. How about you buy this bouquet for Yueyue? Professional purchasing agent, you can get it for only twice the price.

[Yellow Hair]: I didn't even think of buying this. But isn't it a bit inappropriate to give this as a gift to classmates?

[Old Mo]: Are you really just classmates?

[Yellow Hair]: What else could it be? I've noted this down. I'll remember it if I ever need it.

Seeing him staring at his phone and laughing, Su Yuqing tilted her head in confusion.

Seeing this, Chen Mo showed her the message content.

Seeing Huang Mao's arrogant expression, Su Yuqing couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Everyone could see that he was interested in Zhao Yueyue, yet he pretended to be just a classmate.

However, watching them pull at each other like this is quite amusing.

Chen Mo didn't say anything more.

At the same time, he also made a mental note of this preserved flower.

I might send a bouquet to someone sometime in the future.

After buying everything here, Chen Mo still felt it wasn't enough and planned to take Su Yuqing upstairs to browse around.

"You're not hungry yet, are you? Let's go to the restaurant after we finish shopping upstairs. Anyway, Huang Mao called us so early, we definitely won't be able to eat for another hour," Chen Mo said with a smile.

Su Yuqing nodded and followed Chen Mo.

Just as the two were riding the escalator upstairs, Chen Mo suddenly grabbed her small hand and put the hand cream he had just bought into Su Yuqing's hand.

"You're always so busy, your hands aren't in good shape. Just put on some hand cream and take care of them," Chen Mo smiled gently and said no more.

Only Su Yuqing, clutching the hand cream in her hand, felt a warm glow in her heart.

The two soon arrived at the third floor.

The cheerful sound of an ocarina drifted from the third-floor craft workshop. Chen Mo raised an eyebrow at the "DIY Ceramic Mugs for Couples" advertisement on the screen: "This looks pretty interesting. How about we make one?"

“We’re not…” Su Yuqing bit her lip halfway through her sentence. Next to the ceramic turntable, two couples were cuddling together, each holding a lump of clay.

"I'll also make one as a gift for Yueyue; a handmade one will be more sincere."

Chen Mo ignored the first half of Su Yuqing's sentence and strode towards the workbench: "Boss, two pottery wheels." Soon, the two began making pottery under the boss's guidance.

When Su Yuqing's clay collapsed into a lump for the third time, Chen Mo, who had already shaped it, suddenly appeared behind Su Yuqing and took her clay-covered hand from behind.

"Don't let your wrist shake, keep your center of gravity steady." He gently applied pressure with his palm against the back of her hand, and the spinning clay gradually rose into a slender cup. "Who is this for? Is it for me or for Yueyue? If it's for Yueyue, she always likes to bite the rim when she drinks water, so make the edge thicker."

Chen Mo deliberately leaned close to Su Yuqing's ear and said with a slight smile.

Su Yuqing stared at their intertwined fingers, the coolness of the mud blending with his body heat to create a strange, tingling sensation.

As the spinning wheel spun, she heard her own heart pounding deafeningly.

"Here you go," she said in a voice barely audible.

The swirling clay blossomed into an elegant arc in their palms, and Su Yuqing could clearly feel Chen Mo's forearm muscles tighten slightly as he exerted force.

His chest pressed against the back of her neck, and the vibrations in his chest as he spoke, mixed with the hum of the potter's wheel, created a series of subtle drumbeats on her eardrums.

At this moment, Su Yuqing recalled a famous scene from the movie "Ghost" that she had seen on CCTV-6.

The male and female protagonists held hands, the clay sliding slowly in their hands. The old-fashioned gramophone, the dim warm light, and the gently turning clay all brought Su Yuqing, who was then in junior high school, into a beautiful realm of love.

At that time, just like... at this moment...

Seeing her hands clasped together with Chen Mo's, Su Yuqing's whole body was already burning hot.

Even now, Su Yuqing can still recall that line from the film, as well as the tender pottery process that the two shared.

"Close your eyes and feel the soil sliding through your fingertips."

She suddenly felt that the process of making pottery was just like human love: careful, tender, connected, fingers intertwined, it was so beautiful and enchanting...

“Trim the edges a little tighter.” Chen Mo suddenly pressed his mud-covered thumb against the rim of the cup, his fingertip lingering suggestively across Su Yuqing’s hand, who was lost in her memories. “Like this, yes…”

As Su Yuqing snapped out of her daze at the sensitive touch of their nearly intertwined fingers, she suddenly noticed that everyone around her was looking at her with maternal smiles.

Just moments ago, she was immersed in beautiful fantasies about love, but it was as if someone had seen through her shy heart. Her face flushed red, and she lowered her head, too ashamed to look at anyone. Her fingertips trembled involuntarily, and the rim of the cup that had just been formed immediately tilted to one side.

She hurriedly tried to salvage the situation, but because she was flustered and her hands were trembling, she accidentally ruined the freshly made dough by applying too much force.

Grayish-white mud meandered down the edge of the workbench, blooming into mud flowers on the two men's shoes. Luckily, they had put on plastic shoe covers and coat covers beforehand to protect themselves.

"It's over!" Su Yuqing looked at the horrific "work" on the ground, her ears turning so red they could bleed.

She felt guilty and saddened that she had destroyed the thing that Chen Mo and she had worked on together. It was as if their love had been shattered.

Seeing her slightly red eyes, Chen Mo suddenly chuckled and gently touched the tip of her nose with the remaining clay: "This is your punishment. Okay, let's start over. Don't panic, don't be afraid. No matter how many times you fail, I will help you fix it again."

The shopkeeper handed over a fresh block of clay, which Chen Mo immediately took. He gently squeezed Su Yuqing's hand, which was covered in mud, and said in a tender voice, "Don't be discouraged. We can do better this time."

He gently held Su Yuqing's wrist, this time only to assist her, allowing Su Yuqing to use her palms to touch the clay and shape it as much as possible.

Chen Mo's words, full of affection and like a heartfelt confession, immediately soothed Su Yuqing's heart, which was filled with great fear due to excessive imagination.

Having learned from her first experience, Su Yuqing took a few deep breaths this time to calm down and stop overthinking. With Chen Mo's help, she quickly and successfully reshaped herself.

(End of this chapter)