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Mo Chengyuan placed Liu Yunshu on the sofa, casually picked up a soft blanket and covered her legs before turning to get clothes from the clothes rack next to him.

The racks were filled with all kinds of dresses, from soft champagne-colored silk nightgowns to off-white lace dresses adorned with pearls.

Then there's the mint green cotton-linen maxi dress she casually mentioned liking, and even a few cute loungewear pieces embroidered with cat patterns.

Every piece of clothing, in terms of size and style, seemed tailor-made for her.

Liu Yunshu stared wide-eyed, her finger unconsciously poking the edge of the blanket, and she exclaimed softly, "So many clothes..."

Mo Chengyuan picked up the mint green dress; the fabric was as light as a cloud. He walked up to her, his fingertips gently parting the collar as he said, "Try this one? You said you liked this kind of material last time."

Liu Yunshu looked up at him, and the sunlight fell right into his eyes, making those deep eyes full of tenderness.

She nodded quickly, and was about to reach out to take it when her arm slumped down due to the soreness all over her body.

The afterglow of last night hadn't faded yet, and with the slightest movement, I felt a wave of weakness in my lower back and abdomen.

She pouted and stretched out her arms towards Mo Chengyuan, "Hug~"

Mo Chengyuan's heart trembled at her soft "hug".

He casually draped the dress over the sofa armrest, then bent down and scooped her up in his arms.

The body he touched was light and soft, and he deliberately used less force, afraid of hurting her.

"Lazy cat." He lowered his head and planted a light kiss on the top of her head, his tone full of indulgence. "Do you need to be carried while changing clothes?"

Liu Yunshu snuggled closer to him, her nose brushing against his shirt collar, smelling the familiar cool pine scent, and she squinted her eyes comfortably.

"Who told you to stay up so late last night? Tossing and turning all night, I'm exhausted!"

Mo Chengyuan's arm holding her stiffened slightly, and a rare blush appeared on the tips of his ears.

He coughed awkwardly, "Yes, yes, it's all my fault."

Mo Chengyuan carried Liu Yunshu into the bedroom and gently placed her on the soft bed.

The sheets were clean, a light gray, and still carried the warmth of the sun. Liu Yunshu rolled over, like a kitten that had found its comfortable nest, and squinted, humming, "The bed is so soft..."

Mo Chengyuan picked up the mint green dress and waved it in front of her: "Change your clothes first, okay?"

Liu Yunshu looked up at him, her voice soft and coquettish, "Mo Chengyuan~ help me get dressed~"

Mo Chengyuan was most unable to resist her coquettishness. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and in the end, he had no choice but to give in.

"Okay, I'll help you put it on."

Liu Yunshu quickly stripped herself naked, then happily pounced on Mo Chengyuan.

Mo Chengyuan was forced back half a step by her attack, his face pressed against the human weapon, and he instantly found it difficult to breathe.

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After finally calming down, Mo Chengyan composed himself and prepared to secretly go see a psychologist.

As soon as I reached the door, a long-lost feeling of suffocation swept over me, and my face felt a soft, delicate touch.

[Damn it! I can't breathe! Who's messing with me?!]

The next second, fresh air rushed into his lungs, and Mo Chengyan suddenly took a few steps back, clutching his chest and coughing violently, the strange soft touch still lingering on his face.

A surge of joy, love, and...desire welled up inside me!

Mo Chengyan quickly lowered his head, "Holy crap!"

Fortunately, the emotional turmoil subsided quickly, and Mo Chengyan breathed a sigh of relief before heading out to find a psychologist.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Mo Chengyuan gently pushed Liu Yunshu away, freeing his nose, and only when his breathing gradually stabilized did he helplessly pinch her soft cheek.

"Don't launch a surprise attack like that next time. This place will really turn into a murder weapon."

Liu Yunshu blinked her large amber eyes and tilted her head in a daze.

She reached out and touched her chest, then leaned over and nuzzled Mo Chengyuan's chin.

"But Mo Chengyuan likes it. You were so fond of it last night."

Mo Chengyuan was speechless at her blunt words, and the blush on his ears spread to his neck.

He turned his head and coughed lightly twice, then picked up his mint green dress to block her restless hands: "Put your clothes on first, then you can fool around..."

Before he could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of faint red marks on Liu Yunshu's bare shoulder.

Those were the marks left from last night. His Adam's apple bobbed instantly, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

He carefully slipped the dress onto her body, his fingertips avoiding the marks.

Liu Yunshu obediently raised her arm and let him tie the bow on her back.

The skirt was just knee-length, which made her legs look slender and fair. As she walked, the hem of the skirt swayed gently, like a mint plant swaying in the wind.

"Does it look good?" She twirled around, her skirt billowing in a small arc, her amber eyes sparkling as she gazed at Mo Chengyuan.

"Beautiful." Mo Chengyuan reached out to support her unsteady body, his fingertips tracing the top of her soft hair.

"Let's go have breakfast. Aunt Zhang made your favorite osmanthus cake."

Upon hearing "osmanthus cake," Liu Yunshu's eyes lit up instantly, and she grabbed his hand and ran downstairs.

At this moment, a feeling of irritation welled up in Mo Chengyuan's heart, and he frowned.

What happened?

Liu Yunshu had only taken two steps when she noticed that Mo Chengyuan had stopped.

She turned around in confusion and saw that his brows were slightly furrowed and his expression was a bit more serious than before. She quickly grabbed his hand and shook it: "Mo Chengyuan, what's wrong?"

Mo Chengyuan suppressed the inexplicable irritation rising in his heart and gently patted the back of her hand with his fingertips: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about company matters."

Liu Yunshu looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt, her little brows furrowing.

"Is it difficult to handle things at work? Why don't you go and take care of it first? I can eat breakfast by myself!"

As she spoke, she released his hand, putting on an air of "I'm very sensible."

The irritation in Mo Chengyuan's heart vanished instantly. He reached out and smoothed her furrowed brows, gently pinching her cheek with his fingertips: "I was just kidding, everything's fine at the company."

Liu Yunshu puffed out her cheeks and punched him lightly: "How could you lie to me!"

Then, she raised her chin and said haughtily, "But considering how well you've taken care of me, I'll forgive you!"

Mo Chengyuan chuckled at her cute expression, and took her outstretched hand, gently scratching her palm with his fingertips: "Thank you for your magnanimity, Miaomiao."

Mo Chengyuan led Liu Yunshu downstairs, where the living room was already filled with the sweet aroma of osmanthus cake.

As Zhang Ma was carrying a plate of steaming osmanthus cakes out of the kitchen, she saw the two coming downstairs and quickly greeted them with a smile.

"Young master, madam, breakfast is ready. Please try this osmanthus cake; it's freshly steamed!"

Liu Yunshu's eyes lit up. She broke free from Mo Chengyuan's hand and ran to the dining table, picking up a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffing it into her mouth.

"Delicious! Aunt Zhang, your cooking is amazing!"

Zhang Ma beamed with joy at the praise: "I'm so glad you like it, Madam! If you want it, Zhang Ma will make it for you every day!"

Mo Chengyuan walked to the dining table and sat down. Seeing Liu Yunshu wolfing down her food, he helplessly handed her a glass of warm water: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Liu Yunshu took the water glass, took two small sips, then picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and held it to Mo Chengyuan's lips: "You eat some too! It's super delicious!"

Mo Chengyuan opened his mouth and took a bite. The sweet taste melted in his mouth. He looked at Liu Yunshu's expectant eyes and nodded: "Hmm, it's quite delicious."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Mo Chengyan walked into the psychological counseling room, feeling upset.

Inside was a senior psychological counselor, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked gentle and professional.

"Sir, what's troubling you?" the counselor asked gently, adjusting his glasses.

Mo Chengyan sat down on the sofa, scratched his hair in frustration, and poured out his bizarre experiences from that morning.

"Do you think I'm sick? Or possessed?"

After listening, the consultant tapped her fingertips lightly on her notebook, her gaze behind her glasses thoughtful.

When did you first experience the "feeling of heat" and "emotional fluctuations" you mentioned?

"It's been on and off for almost several months now. Before, it was also around 9 a.m. I used to go to bed late and wake up late, so I thought it was... cough! You know!"

Mo Chengyan gave him a look that any man would understand.

The consultant smiled knowingly and continued, "Was there anything special this morning?"

"This morning was so special! It was like a real poker game! You know what I mean?"

Mo Chengyan looked at the consultant with longing eyes.

The counselor adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, a knowing glint in her eyes, but her tone remained gentle: "Sir, have you ever been in a relationship? Have you ever actually played poker?"

Mo Chengyan choked on his words, his ears instantly turning red. He turned his face away, his tone somewhat unnatural: "N-no! I've been single for twenty-five years!"

A hint of doubt flashed in the consultant's eyes; this was indeed strange.

Do you have any siblings?

Mo Chengyan paused for a moment, then subconsciously touched his chin: "He has a twin brother who's always like an ice block, completely unapproachable."

The consultant paused on the notebook, her fingertips hovering over the paper, her gaze behind her glasses now filled with a hint of inquiry.

"There can sometimes be a subtle 'emotional resonance' between twins, especially when one experiences strong emotional fluctuations, the other may unconsciously receive the signal. Has your brother been acting strangely lately? Like suddenly falling in love, or experiencing significant mood swings?"

"No, no way?! My brother is such an unapproachable person, he wouldn't fall in love?! Absolutely impossible!"

Mo Chengyan shook his head vigorously, "Besides, we haven't been in touch for quite a while. He's busy all year round, he doesn't have time to talk about such boring things."

Seeing his strong reaction, the counselor didn't press further, but gently said, "Let's not rule out that possibility for now. You could try contacting your brother and subtly inquire about his recent situation; perhaps that will help you find the reason."

Mo Chengyan frowned, his heart filled with resistance.

Tell him to ask that "cold-blooded devil" brother if he's in a relationship.

He'll probably be killed by that death stare! Forget it!

Mo Chengyan nodded perfunctorily at him, then got up to take his leave.