My Girlfriend Who Develops Through Development

The moment he finished speaking, he grabbed An Youyu's shoulder and, under her astonished gaze, their faces quickly drew closer.

In the blink of an eye, only two or three fingers' width were left between their faces.

At this distance, anyone can clearly sense the other person's breathing and even see the pores on their face.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Mo couldn't help but secretly admire him.

This girl's skin is in such good condition, so delicate and fair, with almost no visible pores. The phrase "like jade" might seem like an exaggeration, but it's an accurate description of her.

"You, you... let me go."

The close proximity, coupled with Lin Mo's unwavering gaze and the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing, caused An Youyu to tense up and stammer out a protest.

Her incredibly soft and sweet voice, paired with her watery eyes, makes you want to hold her tightly in your arms.

Lin Mo was no exception!

But just as he was about to take action, he remembered the words of advice his mother had given him.

The impulse subsided instantly, and reason returned.

"I can let go, but you have to answer my question, and you have to answer it in a way that satisfies me."

"You're being a scoundrel..."

"Yeah, I'm just being a scoundrel, so what?"

"..."

An Youyu felt the large hand on her left shoulder tightening its grip. Instinctively, she braced herself against Lin Mo's chest, trying to keep from leaning into his embrace. She unconsciously bit her lip. "I choose you, I reject Auntie."

Hearing the answer he wanted, Lin Mo smiled with satisfaction, then released the girl. After withdrawing his hand, he even tapped the tip of her nose, saying, "Wouldn't it have been better if you had said so earlier?"

"You're going too far."

As the saying goes, patience brings peace, while retreat only breeds more anger.

An Youyu, with a cold face, grabbed Lin Mo's right hand and bit it hard. "I don't want to talk to you."

"hiss--"

With this bite, An Youyu put in all her strength.

Lin Mo gasped, but before he could react, An Youyu had already gotten up and gone upstairs.

He looked down at the row of clear teeth marks on his forearm, a smile returning to his face, and muttered to himself, "Is this little thing a dog? It bit so hard, it really doesn't know anything..."

A little after seven in the evening.

Lin Mo arrived at An Youyu's room and mentally prepared himself.

"Knock Knock-"

"Who?"

"I."

After Lin Mo spoke, there was no further movement in the room.

If it were someone else, they might have turned around and left after a while.

But Lin Mo didn't. He waited outside the door for a full five or six minutes without showing any impatience.

"Click——"

Finally, the door opened.

When An Youyu saw Lin Mo outside the door, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Why should I leave?"

Faced with Lin Mo's question, An Youyu didn't answer, but glared at him angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"..."

An Youyu stomped her foot. "I'm angry with you. Why did you come to see me?"

"cool down."

An Youyu was no match for Lin Mo's way of chatting. Leaning against the door frame, she glanced at the teeth marks on Lin Mo's arm, then subtly looked away, saying, "I don't want to talk to you."

Lin Mo smiled.

He didn't say anything, but took An Youyu's small hand and walked downstairs.

An Youyu struggled symbolically for a moment, then let Lin Mo pull her downstairs.

After leaving the villa, she stopped. "What are you doing?"

Lin Mo walked around behind her and pushed her shoulder to walk slowly forward. "You ate so much for dinner, of course you have to go out for a walk, otherwise you'll easily get indigestion."

"It's all because of you... all you do is pick food from my plate. The baby fish will die from overeating sooner or later."

These words sounded like a complaint, but when An Youyu said them, they carried a tone of happiness.

In fact, it is true.

Having grown up in an orphanage, she never experienced the warmth of a home.

Although the director treated her very well when she was in the orphanage.

No matter how good it is, it's never home; there's a clear difference between the two.

After An Youyu moved into the Lin family, both Lin Shu and Lin Mo took meticulous care of her and looked after everything for her.

She already considered the two of them as family, and the Lin family as her own home.

The two walked for more than ten minutes along the quiet path before finally sitting down on a bench by the roadside and gazing up at the star-studded night sky.

Lin Mo pointed to a bright star in the northeast direction, "Little Fish, do you know what this star is called?"

An Youyu looked in the direction Lin Mo pointed, then shook her head blankly, "I don't know."

Lin Mo's dark pupils were filled with memories. "Actually, I don't know what it's called, but I gave it a name: Whisper."

"Mumbling?"

An Youyu asked, puzzled, "Does this name have any meaning?"

"It doesn't have any special meaning."

Lin Mo's emotions were a mixture of strangeness and excitement. "This star has been with me for many years, and I look at it every night."

An Youyu pouted, "You're lying again."

Lin Mo looked at the girl beside him, his burning eyes filled with sincerity, "I'm not lying to you, it's true."

Before An Youyu could raise any questions, he continued, "However, I haven't seen this star since I met you."

"Ok?"

An Youyu asked in confusion, "Why?"

Lin Mo smiled without saying a word, and the hand that was resting on the back of the bench reached out to An Youyu's shoulder, slowly and firmly falling down, "Because... I found you."

The thin fabric offered little protection from the warmth of her palms. The dim light from the streetlamp illuminated the slight blush on An Youyu's cheeks. Her head drooped slightly as she murmured almost inaudibly, "Holding hands is already going too far, we can't do this..."

The sound was extremely faint, but Lin Mo still heard it. Feeling An Youyu's tense body, he did not linger. After withdrawing his hand, he said, "Some things you have to get used to, and some roads you have to walk."

Such meaningful words made An Youyu ponder silently. After a long while, she slightly raised her chin and said, "Lin Mo, from now on you..."

Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.

Lin Mo's eyes flickered. "What do you want to say?"

"No, it's nothing."

An Youyu's face suddenly turned red, and she hurriedly turned her head away, "I didn't say anything, you didn't hear anything."

Lin Mo looked puzzled.

He hadn't heard anything at all...

However, his curiosity had been piqued, and he turned to the side, his gaze falling on the girl's face. "Little Fish, what exactly were you trying to say just now?"

"Nothing!"

An Youyu insisted firmly, her tone extremely certain.

This time, she didn't stutter when she lied, which was rare, but the guilt in her eyes was unmistakable.

Seeing her attitude, Lin Mo didn't press the matter further and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He withdrew his hand, moved it slowly across the bench, and finally grasped the small hand again.

The wind rustled through the leaves.

Under the bright moonlight, the two shadows drew closer and closer.

The two closed their eyes in perfect unison, neither uttering a sound to break the silence.

After a long time.

An Youyu fell asleep leaning on Lin Mo's shoulder, her hands tightly wrapped around his right arm.

The soft breathing reached Lin Mo's ears. The moment he opened his eyes, the girl's face came into view, and her breathtaking beauty overwhelmed him once again, causing him to catch his breath.

In just a moment, everything returned to normal.

A surge of doting affection welled up in Lin Mo's eyes. He gently embraced the girl's slender waist, and with his other hand, he hooked her legs and lifted her up.

The pace was slow, yet steady.

"Little Fish, your babbling is... remembering fish."

Two people, a shadow that grows longer and longer...

……

The next morning.

Lin Mo practiced the swordsmanship of the Cliff Sect with sweat pouring down his face. He swung the thin bamboo pole in his hand quickly, his figure flashing. Every swing landed on the wooden stake in the center.

After so many days, the once smooth wooden stake has become covered in scars.

At a stone table not far away, Duan Ya picked up a cup of tea and slowly sipped it, but his gaze remained fixed on Lin Mo, his eyes filled with amazement. He murmured, "To have mastered my self-created sword technique to this level in just half a month... Interesting..."