Forced into a romantic relationship.

Mo Yixia was indeed upset about this, and upon hearing this, she said calmly, "Do you really want to know?"

If I answer no, will you go silent again?

Is this guy a child...?

Han Zhou sighed inwardly and replied perfunctorily, "I want to, I want to so much."

Mo Yixia said with satisfaction, "What I was thinking was that if I really left this time, you would definitely be heartbroken and it would be very hard for you. Just thinking about that makes me very sad."

Han Zhou was taken aback, thought about it seriously for a while, and said, "I'm a little sad, but I'm definitely not heartbroken... But why is it so hard?"

"Because rummaging through trash cans is just too tiring."

"hehe."

Han Zhou knew he shouldn't have responded to this guy's words.

It was a cloudy day, but the weather was quite nice. The two walked towards the outside of the residential area, and neither of them mentioned Mo Yixia's father.

"Han Zhou".

Just as she was about to leave the residential area, Mo Yixia glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"If you bring up topics like being kept or smelling again, don't blame me for getting angry."

"Accepting the facts and recognizing yourself is nothing to be ashamed of, and you don't have to be bothered by it, but that's not what I'm going to talk about now."

"What is that?" Han Zhou asked, looking at her.

Do you remember what the question mark in our code meant?

"of course I remember."

Han Zhou casually said, "A question mark means you have a question you want to ask me, but for various reasons you can't say it out loud, so you have to make me think of the question and give the answer myself. It's really making things difficult for me."

Mo Yixia ignored his complaints and asked, "Then can you guess what the question mark I asked earlier represented?"

Earlier in the study, she had written three punctuation marks on a piece of draft paper—

Comma, book title marks, and question marks.

The three words together mean a cry for help, but the question mark itself has a specific meaning. She was very curious whether Han Zhou had guessed her question at the time.

Han Zhou looked helpless: "It's not like we can't say it now. You can just tell me yourself. Why do you want me to guess?"

"I do not want it."

Mo Yixia rolled her eyes at him and turned her head away. "Now is the real test of whether we are on the same wavelength."

"I do not want it."

Han Zhou chuckled, mimicking her tone as he repeated, and asked, "Is this what you call being coquettish?"

Instead of answering, Mo Yixia asked, "You didn't think about my question, did you?"

Faced with her scrutinizing gaze, Han Zhou felt somewhat helpless and hesitated, saying, "I have thought about it, but I don't know if it's the right thing to do..."

"You say it."

"I'm a little embarrassed..."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? What are you thinking?"

Han Zhou chuckled twice: "Anyway, it's probably not what you're thinking about right now..."

"What's so hard to say? Go ahead and say it."

"I'm analyzing this seriously based on the context, so you can't laugh if I guess wrong."

Han Zhou really didn't want to reveal his guess because he felt it was a bit embarrassing.

"I'm not laughing."

The two had already left the residential area and were no longer under surveillance. Mo Yixia suddenly took off her baseball cap and put it on Han Zhou's head. Then, unusually, she took off her mask, revealing her delicate and beautiful face.

“Look at me and say that if I laugh, then I’ll allow you to touch me.”

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he had seen Mo Yixia without her mask and baseball cap, and he was momentarily lost in thought.

Mo Yixia was very pretty, but it had nothing to do with her looks. He just suddenly had a feeling that the distance between him and this girl seemed to have gotten closer.

"Stop looking at it, you can look at it slowly later. Tell me, what do you think I wanted to ask you back then?"

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment: "It should be that one..."

Because he felt so ashamed, he lowered his voice.

"'Are you here to save me?'"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Yixia suddenly froze on the spot, even stopping the movement of flipping her hair.

"And what's your answer?" she asked.

“Of course it is,” Han Zhou said, looking troubled. “Didn’t I do all that?”

The air was quiet for a moment.

"puff."

After a long silence, the girl suddenly chuckled, her lips curving upwards as she looked at him with her eyes crinkled.

She enjoyed seeing the troubled look on his face.

Seeing the undisguised smile on the other person's face, Han Zhou sighed, "Didn't we agree not to smile?"

"This is not meant to be mocking."

Mo Yixia thought for a moment, then reached out to straighten his hat brim gently, her smile widening. "I'm just smiling because I'm happy."

She slightly raised her eyes, her gaze passing over the brim of her hat, and saw an unknown bird leap up from a distant branch and fly off to who knows where.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the streets, slowly lifting the thick clouds in the sky. The sun gradually revealed itself, its sunlight unusually gentle, falling in rays that gradually expanded, without much heat.

"I'm talking about Han Zhou."

A cool breeze approached from afar, blowing the girl's waist-length hair into disarray. She tossed her hair, mischievously letting it brush against Han Zhou's cheek, forcing him to close his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the girl stood quietly in the wind, smiling sweetly.

"I think I'm suddenly starting to believe it."

"The thing is that we are on the same wavelength."

Chapter 107 shouldn't be considered greedy, right?

"The whole 'telepathic' thing is obviously fake."

In the taxi, Mo Yixia sighed softly, glanced at Han Zhou beside her, and then turned to look out the window with a mournful look in her eyes.

She put her mask back on before getting into the car. Although Han Zhou couldn't see her expression, he could still hear the dissatisfaction in her tone.

He sighed, his head throbbing, and said, "Telepathy is inherently unreliable, but let's be realistic. With so many numbers in a lottery ticket, it would be absurd if we could pick exactly the same ones, right? This has nothing to do with telepathy; being able to pick the same numbers would be called a special ability..."

Before getting into the taxi, Mo Yixia suddenly had a whim to buy a lottery ticket. However, after discovering that Han Zhou wanted to choose different numbers than she did, she inexplicably became sullen and kept muttering to herself, leaving Han Zhou both amused and exasperated.

This guy is really putting on a show today.

"You just don't understand me."

Mo Yixia spoke softly, "In fact, the more complex the numbers, the more clues there are. People who frequently buy lottery tickets usually choose a string of lucky numbers that are easy to remember, such as phone numbers, social media accounts, or birthdays."

When she said "birthday," she deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of those two words.

Han Zhou paused for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant and said with a strange expression, "So that string of numbers is actually your birthday? You're angry because I didn't realize that in time?"

Mo Yixia lowered her hat brim and silently turned her head away: "I'm not angry."

Han Zhou looked at her irritably, his teeth aching, and said, "If you're not angry, why did you suddenly snatch the hat you gave me?"

I was worried you might find it too hot.

Han Zhou wasn't going to believe this guy's nonsense and shook his head, saying, "It is a bit hot, but you don't mind the sweat inside your hat..."

Why should you complain?

Mo Yixia glanced at him and said in surprise, "As far as I know, although dogs have sweat glands all over their bodies, they mainly rely on their paw pads to expel sweat, so dogs don't sweat from their heads, didn't you know that?"

Han Zhou's lips twitched. How could he not realize that the "dog's head" this guy was referring to was clearly his own head...

After thinking for a moment, Mo Yixia continued, "Speaking of this, I've had a question I wanted to ask you a long time ago."

"go ahead."

Han Zhou sighed slightly. He didn't want to respond, but he was afraid that this guy would pretend to be deaf and dumb again, so he reluctantly agreed.

"Why don't you ever stick out your tongue to cool down in this hot weather?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Upon hearing this, the driver in front couldn't hold it in any longer and coughed repeatedly, thinking to himself that this little girl was really too interesting.

"Excuse me, please continue."

He took several deep breaths to calm himself down and then continued to eavesdrop.

Han Zhou sensed Mo Yixia's resentment and said with a dark face, "Alright, alright, I know that string of numbers is your birthday. I'll remember it from today onwards. There's no need to hold a grudge."

But this day...

He has a photographic memory, so of course he remembers what that string of numbers is.

"I don't hold a grudge, I just feel it's unfair."

"hehe."

Mo Yixia said matter-of-factly, "After all, only I know your birthday, but you don't know mine. That's really unfair to you. I can't stand people saying you're an out-of-touch paramecium."

You're the only one who would say that about me...

Han Zhou chuckled twice: "Well, you're actually a pretty nice person."

"Thank you."

Mo Yixia pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said, "But you don't need to feel inferior at all. I won't mind if you sweat on your head."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took off her baseball cap and put it back on Han Zhou's dog's head. Her thick, black hair fell down, and her profile was as exquisite as a carefully sculpted work of art.