Yes, I did all of this!

Duanmu Mo raised the newspaper in his hand and showed it to her.

"Hmm... These are all recent events? I didn't expect there to be such new newspapers." Shen Wuyin leaned down, carefully read a few lines, and said in surprise.

"I thought you were going to call me old-fashioned," Duanmu Mo smiled and continued flipping through the pages.

“That’s not true…” Shen Wuyin said, quietly watching Duanmu Mo’s face as he flipped through the newspaper.

After a moment of hesitation, she said softly, "Actually, I came here to talk to you about something else."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Yuzhi will be on vacation soon, and her class will probably have another party, but we can't ignore that either."

"Oh..." Duanmu Mo thought about it and realized that it had been like that recently. He hadn't expected that a semester would pass by so quickly.

Kamiya smiled and added softly, a little embarrassed, "Besides, I also want Rin to go to school with her..."

"Ling still needs to go to school?" Duanmu Mo put down his newspaper, somewhat surprised. "You could easily let her take the postgraduate entrance exam directly. Is it really necessary?"

"It's not for learning knowledge, but for socializing." As the eldest sister, Shen Wuyin was always thinking about her younger sister's life. Staying at home for too long was definitely not good, which is why she mentioned it to Duanmu Mo.

"Furthermore, because of my status, I will have to ask Mr. Duanmu to help me with Ling's enrollment."

"Can't Ling do it herself?" Duanmu Mo asked doubtfully.

"Using your abilities all the time isn't ideal. So..."

"Alright, I understand. I'll figure something out when the time comes." Duanmu Mo nodded and agreed.

Shen Wuyin smiled gently: "Then, I'll leave it to you, Mr. Duanmu."

Her hand naturally rested on Duanmu Mo's shoulder, gently massaging it.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Shen Wuling was sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing a game when she suddenly shivered for no reason. She looked around in confusion but found nothing.

Chapter 383: The Winds of the Four Seasons

. . . . . .

"Speaking of which, Mr. Duanmu really enjoys staying here."

Duanmu Mo was working here, and he would occasionally speak.

"Well, after all, I've been here for almost three..." Duanmu Mo suddenly paused, realizing something, "and it's almost four years now."

Before he knew it, so much time had passed. When he first met Yuzhi, she was in the second semester of her first year of high school, and now she was about to graduate from the first semester of her second year.

Duanmu Mo is not a person who is particularly sensitive to time, so his calculations in this regard rely on comparison with Yu Zhi.

—So, Yuzhi and Ling are almost seventeen, right? No, it'll probably be another six months or so?

"Four years...?"

Looking at Duanmu Mo looking out the window:

"Mr. Duanmu, did you spend these four years surrounded by these landscapes?"

"It's not as pitiful as you make it out to be." Duanmu Mo shook his head and changed the subject to Shen Wuyin:

"But you, you do laundry and cook every day, and in your spare time you run a dessert shop. Is this what you call freedom?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Wuyin paused for a moment, then broke into a bright smile:

"Yes, this is the freedom I'm talking about."

She took two steps back and sat on Duanmu Mo's bed, looking at the scenery on the bed with curiosity:

"No worries, no bad things, trustworthy companions by my side, and I don't need to do anything against my conscience for anyone—that's the best life for me..."

However, she paused after speaking, then smiled and looked at Duanmu Mo: "No, besides you, Mr. Duanmu."

"..."

As soon as he spoke, Duanmu Mo sensed that the atmosphere around him began to change, becoming somewhat... ambiguous.

His face remained expressionless as he silently took a sip of tea.

Shen Wuyin realized what she had said, her face flushed slightly, and after coughing, she didn't know how to respond, so she fell silent.

This silence, however, only accelerated the escalation of the tension.

"...until that day."

Brushing aside a strand of golden hair that had fallen beside her ear, Shen Wuyin spoke cautiously, her voice trembling slightly.

—Wait, why did you continue talking in this atmosphere?

Duanmu Mo thought to himself, then lowered his head and took another sip of tea.

"Although I took that step, I haven't continued since that day..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Wuyin covered her mouth, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She secretly looked up at Duanmu Mo, her expression pitiful.

Shen Wuyin, who is usually so serious and mature, was acting like this, sitting awkwardly on the bed, which made Duanmu Mo wonder what her purpose was in coming here.

"...So...are you coming?"

After saying this, Shen Wuyin looked at the silent Duanmu Mo and commented: "A wooden fish that makes no sound when you knock on it."

So she took a deep breath, stood up, went forward and hugged Duanmu Mo, whispering in his ear:

"—Just you and me... how about that?"

. . . . . .

In terms of emotions and deeper communication, Shen Wuyin and Xia Yan's experiences were indeed significantly different, although it was not an intentional comparison.

Shen Wuyin was not as intense and fiery as Xia Yan, nor would she cling to him and radiate passion after she had tasted the sweetness.

She has a mature and stable personality and knows how to control herself. It is rare to see her in a state of extreme joy or sorrow. She always has a gentle demeanor, and it is clear that even without her family's wealth, she is still a well-mannered young lady.

However, no matter what, Shen Wuyin is only nineteen years old. Even if her experiences and age have made her mature, deep down she will still have the most direct thoughts... wanting to relive that unforgettable experience.

"Chirp~ Huff..."

—But when facing someone she can entrust her whole heart to, she is like a comforting spring breeze, not so intense on ordinary days, but whose warmth cannot be ignored.

When spring is in full bloom, this breeze will gently blow itself into the other's embrace, playfully and nimbly slipping into the sleeves, blowing across the neck, and warming the slightly cool ears.

As spring deepens, this tenderness becomes almost limitless, and naturally, it can be manipulated at will.

"Ugh, ah—"

—However, although the person being blown by the wind did not dislike the gentleness, he was somewhat annoyed by the slow rhythm of the breeze. He went straight into the eye of the wind, and the wind suddenly became violent.

The surging air currents added a touch of summer's sultry heat to the spring breeze, making the whooshing sound a bit more chaotic. At this time, even if you open your arms, the wind will come close to you, blowing a soft feeling.

As spring gradually turns to summer, the heat intensifies and temperatures rise further. The warm air feels gentle on the body, allowing it to relax.

In this gentle summer breeze, the humidity increased, and the sound of pattering water gradually rose, like raindrops spreading across the ground, making the earth even muddier.

"Mmm..."

Summer winds are always fierce, and the drizzle is just the beginning. As the summer winds surge, the warm, humid air gradually condenses, and the feeling of dampness accumulates, just waiting for an opportunity to be released.

—Only then will the wind blow even more fiercely. With a low whistle, the hurricane descends with torrential rain, making the earth even wetter, even soaking your legs.

After a clap of thunder and a downpour, there are continuous rainy days, like the ripples of the first storm. The sweltering heat of summer gradually fades away, symbolizing the arrival of autumn.

Autumn winds usually evoke a sense of desolation and emptiness, but things are different now. Autumn is the season of harvest, and although the autumn winds are not as intense as in summer, they bring a different kind of beauty.

As the torrential rain subsided, the golden maple leaves turned a deep red, swaying gently in the tranquil autumn breeze, displaying their beauty to the fullest.

"Ha ha......"

Autumn has passed, and winter winds are coming. Unlike the harsh, biting winds that people often describe, winter winds now seem to represent tranquility. It's as if we're snuggling together by a fireplace, quietly listening to the cold wind outside the window. We don't feel the cold; instead, a sense of security resonates in our hearts.

"......continue?"

— In such a windy atmosphere, the happy winter always passes so quickly, and then the next spring breeze blows in.

. . . . . .

"--ha......"

The bathroom door opened, and Shen Wuyin, wrapped in a bath towel, and Duanmu Mo, shirtless, walked out. The dampness spread throughout the office. Shen Wuyin smelled the scent in the office and blushed slightly.

"What time is it now?"

"Let me check—it's 5:30."

Duanmu Mo sat on the sofa, glanced at the time on his phone, and said.

"5:30—"

Shen Wuyin paused for a moment, looking somewhat flustered. She glanced at her phone and saw that several messages from Shen Wuling had already appeared there.

"Sister, where did you go?"

"Are you there?"

Missed calls

Let me know if you see it.

Looking at the messages above, the latest of which were posted two hours ago, Shen Wuyin's face showed some panic:

"It's over..."

“Just tell her: We’re discussing your schooling. After this holiday, you’ll go to school with Yuzhi. I think that will definitely distract Rin. That’s true, isn’t it? It’s just that we’ve been discussing it for a bit too long.”

Duanmu Mo wasn't worried at all and had already started boiling water to make tea.

"You mean, we discussed it for four or five hours?"

Shen Wuyin glanced at the large wet stains on the bed and felt incredibly ashamed.

Duanmu Mo glanced at the books on his bookshelf, raised an eyebrow, and added, "Did you hold a book club here for a few hours during that time?"

"..."

Without dwelling on Duanmu Mo's words, Shen Wuyin sighed and looked helplessly at her wrist:

"There's no other way... this is the only option for now."

Under Duanmu Mo's gaze, the gem on Shenwu Yin's wrist glowed, and Cui Feng enveloped herself, transforming into a magical girl.

Then, she raised her hand and blew the swirling air in the office out the window.