Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 140 The Fiery Yu Mo

Nanfeng refused Yumo's request without hesitation: "Actually, your alcohol tolerance is not bad, but your drinking manners are really terrible."

"Not to mention you just finished exercising, your body absorbs alcohol much faster than usual."

Nanfeng said, raising his slender index finger and slowly waving it in front of Yumo: "So tonight, you can't touch a drop of alcohol."

Actually, Yu Mo didn't do anything drastic when she was drunk. She was just uncoordinated, her cerebellum wasn't working, her brain wasn't functioning, and she kept muttering nonsense.

Fortunately, given Yu Mo's alcohol tolerance, no matter how much she drinks, she won't get drunk.

But now it's just the two of them. Who knows if this cunning older sister is a heavy drinker or will get drunk after just one cup?

Nanfeng still feels lingering fear when she recalls Yu Mo's drunken state.

"Oh, it's just a little bit, I promise I'll only drink this much." Yu Mo held out her hand, indicating the amount of a cup.

"Let's go back and get takeout then."

Nanfeng got up to leave, but Yumo quickly grabbed her sleeve.

Yu Mo smiled ingratiatingly, "I won't drink a drop of alcohol. I promise I won't drink a drop today, okay?"

"That's more like it." Nanfeng sat down again and handed the menu to Yumo. "If you go out to celebrate with everyone, I don't care how drunk you get. We'll carry you back even if we have to."

"But I led you out tonight, so I have to take responsibility for you. At the very least, I can't let you be carried home drunk."

"Don't forget, Yifei and the others were following us just now. Even if you don't get drunk, it'll be hard for us to explain if you go back with your face all red."

Although Yu Mo enjoys a little wine, judging from her ability to handle everything before moving into the Love Apartment and Nan Feng's understanding of her, he doesn't think Yu Mo is a person who is addicted to alcohol.

Of course, it's best not to drink alcohol when it's just the two of them.

Otherwise, a beauty with a touch of drunkenness might trick you into tears.

Upon hearing Nanfeng's fatherly speech, Yu Mo was momentarily at a loss for whether to be happy or annoyed.

I wanted to have a drink simply because I was so happy tonight, and also to celebrate moving into Love Apartment. I had no other intentions.

She'd already moved here, her main strategy being a slow and steady approach, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water. She certainly wouldn't have played all her cards in one night like Nanfeng had imagined.

I'm just pursuing love, not in a rush to find someone to take over my life.

She has been waiting for someone whose name she doesn't even know for over a year. What difference would it make if she takes another year to get things done slowly?

But seeing Nanfeng's obviously misunderstanding expression, Yu Mo had no way to explain it to him.

Please don't misunderstand, I just wanted to pursue you slowly, I never intended to force anything on you tonight.

Yu Mo isn't Zi Qiao; she can't just say things like that whenever she wants.

She's a girl, and she still has her pride, no matter what.

Regardless, Yu Mo was quite satisfied with Nan Feng's gentlemanly attitude.

At least it proves he's not a jerk.

Miss Qin Yumo, who deeply despises scumbags, doesn't think that Nanfeng's subconscious rejection is something that greatly affects her feminine charm.

There's no such thing as a pretty girl pursuing a guy and the guy having to agree.

Of course, there will be some disappointment and embarrassment.

Yu Mo pouted as she took the menu, randomly ordered some things she liked, and then handed the menu to Nan Feng.

Nanfeng ordered quite a lot of food. He was busy all day from morning till night, and tonight he ate Yifei's carefully prepared culinary disaster. He really vomited more than he ate.

Since he was happy today, he decided to disregard any sense of restraint and enjoy a good, hearty meal.

Soon, a steaming hot pot with two broths was served. The two of them were really starving, so they picked up their plates and started pouring meat into the pot.

In less than ten minutes, the two of them were already sweating profusely from eating.

"So spicy, so spicy, so spicy..." Yu Mo put down the empty cup, stuck out her tongue and fanned herself with it, her eyes full of pitiful regret.

Our Miss Qin Yumo is a typical master of courting death; she's bad at it but has a huge addiction to it.

Knowing full well that he couldn't handle spicy food, he ignored Nanfeng's advice and picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth after seeing Nanfeng enjoying it.

As expected, the legendary super spicy food is not something that can be easily conquered.

As Nanfeng poured juice for Yumo, she smiled faintly and said, "Do you know that what you're doing now, besides being called courageous, we prefer to call it asking for trouble?"

"If I may ask, do you have some particular obsession with courting death?"

Yu Mo wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with a tissue, and glared at Nan Feng with a hint of annoyance upon hearing this.

I thought he had stopped being sarcastic, but I never expected him to be so good at it...

Well, it's still much worse than it was back then.

When we first met, I wanted nothing more than to smash a bottle over this sarcastic weirdo's head.

"How was I supposed to know this crazy hottie would be so freakish? You seemed perfectly fine."

Yu Mo drank one glass of juice after another and said resentfully.

Nanfeng laughed and said, "Is it possible that I'm just exceptionally talented?"

Yu Mo rolled her eyes at Nan Feng, then picked up her chopsticks and stuck them into the hot pot.

"You want to try again?" Nanfeng's eyes widened.

Yu Mo said indignantly, "I wasn't prepared just now, and I didn't judge the spiciness level properly."

"Let's try again, this time it'll definitely be fine."

Nanfeng now understood why Yumo and Yifei were such good friends.

The two of them always had this kind of reckless, stubborn, and persistent attitude in some strange and peculiar ways.

"So spicy, so spicy, so spicy..."

Seeing the exact same situation repeat itself, Nanfeng could only helplessly call the waiter for two more bottles of juice.

Based on his experience, things either only happen once, or if they happen twice, then the probability is...

"I refuse to believe it. I'm going to try one more time, the last time."

See? If something happens once or twice, then there's a high probability it will happen a third time.

Nanfeng could only suppress her laughter and continue pouring juice for Yumo: "Try a few more times, no problem, but I'm afraid you'll be full by then."

Yu Mo bit her burning lips, removed the hair tie from her wrist, and neatly tied her hair into a bun, revealing her snow-white, flawless nape.

She then took off her cumbersome light green coat, rolled up the long sleeves of her sweater, and officially entered battle mode.

"I'm going to start now, this time there won't be any problems," Yu Mo said confidently.

Nanfeng remained silent, only lowering his head and counting down three in his mind.

Three, two, one.

"So spicy, so spicy, so spicy..."

Nanfeng finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

What kind of fool would fall into the same pit three times in a row?

"South Wind!" Yu Mo shouted angrily.

Nanfeng looked at Yumo with a smile, but the smile on her face suddenly froze, and the look of amazement in her eyes flashed by.

Now that Yu Mo has taken off her long, loose coat, nothing can stop the fitted white sweater from highlighting her incredibly hot curves.

Combined with her bun hairstyle, she instantly transformed from a recent college graduate into a hot young woman who rolls up her sleeves and cooks for you.

Especially since this hot young woman's cheeks were flushed with an alluring blush, and she was looking at you with a look that was neither happy nor angry.

That taste...

Nanfeng glanced at it once before lowering her eyes, not daring to look directly at it.

"Hello, we are freshmen and we are currently working on a project about emotions."

"Could you please help us fill out this couples survey?"

"A small gift will be given as a gift."

Nanfeng and Yumo turned their heads and saw two female college students waving at them in a very familiar manner.

Nanfeng pointed around in surprise: "Are you conducting a couples survey here?"

For some reason, Nanfeng felt that the voices of the two female college students sounded familiar, but he heard so many voices every day that he didn't pay much attention to it.

The more outgoing of the two female college students explained, "Actually, our whole group started by distributing questionnaires in the square. Now it's already evening, so we've all come here to finish our hot pot before heading back to school."

"We happen to have extra questionnaires and small gifts. Could you two please help us fill them out?"

"Please, please."

The female college student said in a cute and coquettish tone.

"You might be mistaken..."

Nanfeng remained unmoved. He was about to explain to them that he and Yumo were not a couple when he heard Yumo ask curiously, "What kind of small gifts are included?"

"There are so many! There are scarves, gloves, plush toys..."

The more introverted female college student took out her phone and showed Yu Mo the pictures: "Our little gifts are all in our bags and we didn't bring them over. If you like them, we can bring them over for you to choose from."

Looking at the rather adorable plush toys in the picture, Yu Mo muttered to herself, "College students these days are really something. They give out such high-class gifts just for filling out a questionnaire."

So she raised her head and said to the south wind in a coquettish tone, "South Wind..."

Nanfeng remained unmoved and said, "Alright, then I'll trouble you."

Whether I act cute or not is unimportant; what matters is that I need a scarf right now.

After receiving their nods of agreement, one of the two female college students hurriedly ran to her seat.

Before long, she came over carrying a backpack and a stack of papers.

"Now I understand why they're willing to send such small gifts." Yu Mo looked at the several pages of questionnaires and pens in her hand, both amused and exasperated. "Most of them are open-ended questions, and they all need to be handwritten. You really can't collect enough samples without sending something nice."

Nanfeng asked curiously, "Didn't you ever think about doing an electronic questionnaire?"

The two female college students smiled wryly and said, "Our professor is quite strict; all these handwritten questionnaires have to be submitted and sealed up in the end."

Nanfeng nodded in understanding.

He unfolded the questionnaire and raised an eyebrow.

I'm coming

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