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The next day, Mo Chengyuan and Liu Yunshu sat in the front row of the audience.

Lin Weiwei sat not far from the two, her eyes fixed intently on the competition field.

"Are you sleepy? If you are, lean on my shoulder for a while."

Mo Chengyuan put his arm around Liu Yunshu's shoulder, gently stroking her shoulder with his fingertips, his tone full of heartache.

Liu Yunshu shook her head, snuggled closer to him, and said softly, "I'm not sleepy. It's about to start, and I have to keep an eye on the track for Ayan."

Despite saying that, she unconsciously leaned her head closer to Mo Chengyuan's neck, her warm breath brushing against his collarbone, which made his smile deepen.

Lin Weiwei glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, her heart filled with envy. If only... sigh...

The competition began quickly.

The roar of engines instantly shattered the tranquility of the track, and more than a dozen race cars shot off the starting line like arrows.

The silver-gray car stood out; it was Mo Chengyan's vehicle.

Liu Yunshu sat up straight instantly, her small hands tightly gripping Mo Chengyuan's sleeve, her eyes fixed on the figure speeding along the track, even her breathing became lighter.

"Ah Yan got off to a fast start!" she couldn't help but exclaim softly, her tone full of pride.

Mo Chengyuan turned his head to look into her bright eyes, gently rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips, and softly replied, "He has been preparing for today for a long time, and he is very steady."

The competition was just past the halfway point when an unexpected incident occurred.

A blue race car was going too fast while going around a bend and lost control, crashing into Mo Chengyan's car.

Liu Yunshu stood up abruptly, her heart leaping into her throat, her voice trembling: "Ayan!"

Mo Chengyuan immediately supported her waist and gently comforted her, "Don't panic, he knows what he's doing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-gray race car on the track suddenly made a sharp turn.

The tires left a blinding trail of white smoke as they skimmed across the ground, narrowly avoiding the blue race car.

It also used inertia to accelerate instantly, widening the distance between itself and other vehicles.

A cheer erupted from the audience, but Liu Yunshu hadn't recovered yet, and her back was already damp with sweat.

Mo Chengyuan took out a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, his tone filled with a helpless yet doting tone: "I told you not to worry, look, he's fine."

Liu Yunshu nodded, but kept her eyes fixed on the track.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the silver-gray race car steadily cross the finish line, but my eyes couldn't help but redden.

Mo Chengyuan pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back, letting her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes on his shoulder.

On the podium, Mo Chengyan raised the trophy, his gaze immediately locking onto Liu Yunshu in the audience.

He even made a heart shape with his hands in her direction. Liu Yunshu smiled and waved, her heart filled with sweetness.

Lin Weiwei felt a pang of pain in her heart as she looked at the scene before her. Was this the girl in his heart?

But who is the man next to her?

The man's gaze towards the girl was so tender it could melt hearts, and their intimate and natural posture suggested a close relationship.

She gripped the bag strap tightly, her knuckles turning white, until a stinging pain shot through her fingertips.

But what right does she have to speculate?

Lin Weiwei could no longer sit still and quietly got up and left the audience.

As she walked off the field, she looked up at the blinding sunlight and finally understood.

Some people and things were never meant to be yours to begin with, and no amount of persistence will change that.

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.

After the match, the group went to the restaurant that Mo Chengyuan had booked in advance.

The private room was warm and inviting, with the light from the crystal chandelier spilling onto the table, making the dishes look especially tempting.

As soon as they sat down, David looked at Liu Yunshu and asked curiously, "Dear Liu, how did you and Mo meet? He used to be the kind of person who even found it troublesome to talk to girls!"

Liu Yunshu blushed slightly at the question and was about to speak.

Mo Chengyan reached out and pulled her closer, answering before she could, "Of course I was the one who pursued her. Otherwise, what if someone else snatched such a wonderful person away?"

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows smugly, his eyes full of boastfulness.

Mo Chengyuan shook his head helplessly, picked up a piece of fish for Liu Yunshu, and gently reminded her, "Be careful of fish bones."

Liu Yunshu opened her mouth and the delicious fish melted on her tongue, carrying a faint aroma of sauce.

She chewed for a moment, then looked up at Mo Chengyuan and smiled, "Ah Yuan picked out the fish bones so cleanly."

Mo Chengyuan's smile deepened, and he placed another piece of stir-fried vegetables on her plate: "Eat more vegetables, don't just focus on meat."

David and his two companions were stunned by what they saw, their knives and forks frozen in mid-air. "W-what's going on?"

Liu Yunshu looked at them innocently, "Us? What happened to us?"

David pointed at Mo Chengyuan and Mo Chengyan, then looked at Liu Yunshu, who was sandwiched between the two and whose bowl was already piled high with food.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time: "The way you three get along is just too weird!"

Lister put down his knife and fork, a hint of inquiry in his eyes, yet he remained polite: "Sister-in-law, Mr. Mo and Brother Yan, is this how you usually are?"

Liu Yunshu blinked, not seeing anything wrong with it, and instead smiled as she put the shrimp that Mo Chengyan had just peeled into her mouth.

"Yes, A-Yuan has always taken good care of me, and A-Yan always brings me delicious food. We've always been like this."

Mo Chengyan immediately put his arm around her shoulder, rested his chin on the top of her head, and looked at David and the other two with a hint of provocation in his voice: "We're willing, any problem?"

Mo Chengyuan calmly served Liu Yunshu a bowl of soup, gently blew on it before handing it to her.

Ignoring their shock throughout, he only gently reminded them, "Drink slowly, be careful it's hot."

David and his two companions exchanged glances, all seeing the word "outrageous" in each other's eyes.

Liu Yang couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "This isn't dating, it's clearly two people spoiling one person..."

He had barely finished speaking when Mo Chengyan glared at him, and he immediately raised his hands in surrender: "I didn't mean anything by it! I just think your wife is so lucky!"

Liu Yunshu was amused and laughed out loud, looking at the three of them with her eyes crinkling: "Actually, I also feel very happy. A Yuan and A Yan are both very good to me."

As she spoke, she placed a piece of pork rib into each of their bowls, saying, "You two should eat quickly, the food is getting cold."

Mo Chengyuan and Mo Chengyan smiled almost simultaneously, their eyes overflowing with tenderness.

Mo Chengyuan gently rubbed the top of her head, while Mo Chengyan pinched her cheek. The actions were natural and intimate, as if such interaction was already ingrained in their very bones.

Looking at this harmonious yet eerie scene, David finally couldn't help but sigh: "Okay, I admit it, the three of you like this...it's kind of sweet."

As he spoke, he secretly took a picture with his phone, thinking that he must go back and "show off" this amazing love triangle to his friends.

The meal ended in such a lively atmosphere.

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.

Back at her lodgings, Liu Yunshu said to the two of them, "I'm going to take a shower first, so you can't sneak in, okay?"

Seeing Liu Yunshu acting somewhat strangely, the two exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement: "Okay, take your time, don't rush."

After the bathroom door closed, the sound of running water could be heard.

Mo Chengyan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Brother, Yun Shu is acting a little strange today."

Mo Chengyuan's fingertips traced the armrest of the sofa, his gaze fixed on the bathroom door, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"She kept secretly looking at her phone after she came back from the restaurant, and she always had a smile on her face. She must have been hiding some little surprise."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Not long after, Liu Yunshu came out wrapped in a thick bathrobe.

She put her hands behind her back, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Mo Chengyuan and Mo Chengyan.

"Can you close your eyes? I have something to show you." Her voice was soft and coquettish, with a slight upward inflection at the end.

The two looked at each other and closed their eyes in unison.

A few seconds later, Liu Yunshu's voice rang out again: "You can open your eyes now!"

The two opened their eyes at the same time, their gazes instantly drawn to what she was holding.

They were two hand-sewn dolls. One of them was wearing a silver-gray racing suit and had a hint of arrogance in its eyes. It was clearly a miniature version of Mo Chengyan.

The other one, dressed in a black suit, exuded a calm and composed demeanor; he resembled Mo Chengyuan.

The doll's clothes are embroidered with small characters "渊" and "琰". The stitches are not particularly neat, but they are full of heartfelt sentiment.

"I sewed this secretly before,"

Liu Yunshu handed the racing suit doll to Mo Chengyan, then stuffed the suit doll into Mo Chengyuan's hands, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Ayan won the championship, and Ayuan has been taking care of me. This is a reward for you."

Mo Chengyan held the doll, his fingertips gently stroking the fabric of the racing suit, and his eyes softened instantly.

He reached out and pulled Liu Yunshu into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice hoarse and gentle: "Silly girl, does your hand hurt?"

Liu Yunshu shook her head and gently pushed him away.

"Actually, there's another gift."

As soon as she finished speaking, two cat ears appeared on Liu Yunshu's head.

Before the two could react, she gently untied her bathrobe.

Inside, she wore a black, tight-fitting strapless bodycon dress with a fluffy chestnut cat tail at the back that swayed gently with her movements.

Mo Chengyuan and Mo Chengyan stopped breathing almost simultaneously.

The warm yellow light fell on Liu Yunshu, outlining her exquisite curves. The black dress made her skin appear even whiter, and the cat tail behind her gently swept across the hem of her skirt.

Coupled with her innocent and pure eyes, she exudes both purity and allure.

Mo Chengyuan gently pulled her close, his fingertips tracing the skin of her wrist, his voice tinged with a restrained huskiness: "Why did you suddenly decide to wear this?"

Liu Yunshu's cheeks flushed under the intense gazes of the two men, and her cat tail unconsciously tugged at Mo Chengyuan's trouser leg.

"I saw a post saying... this will make people you like happy, and... you all worked so hard today."

"Want to play games together, bro?"

Mo Chengyan held two game controllers and raised his eyebrows at Mo Chengyuan.

"I would be delighted."