People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

Heita tilted his head, thinking about this carefully.

......

After a simple lunch, Jiang Mo and Heita returned to their research on the "Spark Model Conjecture".

Compared to the solitary wave algorithm, which requires a process of deducing the answer, the Spark model conjecture based on pure mathematical theory is obviously more difficult.

Although the research progress has been deliberately slowed down due to the change in the pace of life,...

Heita had calculated that even if they devoted all their efforts to researching this topic, under absolutely ideal circumstances, the research progress would only be 7% more than it is now.

This situation made Jiang Mo and Heita realize that this problem would not be solved as quickly as the previous solitary wave algorithm.

This will be a long battle.

A protracted war would require a very high level of physical health, so under Jiang Mo's strong request, Heita finally gave up the idea of ​​staying up all night.

Looking at the black tower lying unwillingly on the bed, Jiang Mo sighed helplessly.

"Ms. Heita, I hope you can abide by the agreement between us."

"Health always comes before research. Our overall research progress is only 20% right now. There's no need to work so hard."

"We still have a lot of time to do this, don't we?"

"...Um"

Heita nodded his head obediently, then obediently covered himself with the quilt and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

Seeing that the girl was really planning to rest, Jiang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, then gently closed the door of the black tower and left her room.

He wanted to arrange a perfect "time to commit the crime" for himself.

Almost at the moment Jiang Mo closed the door, Heita slowly opened his eyes, listened to the footsteps outside the door that were completely different from usual, and frowned slightly.

"The footsteps are coming from the wrong direction..."

The girl murmured softly.

In the past year, Jiang Mo had urged her to go to bed at this time more than once, but every time after urging her to go to bed, Jiang Mo would go to his room, but this time was different.

——He was walking towards the stairs.

"Is he going to the kitchen to get something to eat because he's suddenly hungry? Or did he forget something in the living room? Or maybe..."

'He's planning to go out at this hour?'

Thinking of this, a dark light flashed in the girl's crimson purple eyes, as if she had thought of some bad scenario.

For Heita, his birthday is in two days, so it is impossible for Jiang Mo to prepare at this time.

Besides, what kind of preparations would require him to go out? Hadn't the butler robot been purchased?

The more Heita thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. The girl, who had been relatively well-behaved, suddenly began tossing and turning restlessly on the bed, like a kitten about to be abandoned by its owner.

Complex emotions were gradually eroding Heita's rationality, making it difficult for her to control her wandering thoughts.

The darkness in the room gradually magnified the uneasiness in her heart, and eventually overshadowed her obsession with the "promise".

"Jiang Mo just didn't let me stay up late to do research, he didn't stop me from staying up late to observe him..."

As this thought came to his mind, Heita immediately got out of bed and left his room quietly.

When the girl came to the corridor, her heart, which had been hanging with anxiety, finally fell down without any suspense.

The worst-case scenario she anticipated...didn't happen.

The wooden floor of the corridor is stained with a little moonlight, and the cool tones form a sharp contrast with the faint warm lights at the staircase.

——That’s the warm light coming from the kitchen.

"So, you suddenly felt a little hungry after your research, so you came down to give yourself a snack...?"

Heita blinked slightly, then walked gently towards the stairs with concern for Jiang Mo and a vague excitement and curiosity in his heart.

"85% humidity, 185 degrees Celsius oven temperature... these parameters should be fine for processing cake bases."

As the distance shortened, Jiang Mo's mumbling gradually became clearer in Heita's ears.

Although the distance made his voice less clear, Heita still heard those few key words.

"Is it really... a cake?"

Heita pursed her lips, and a blush appeared on her tender little face. Under the bright moonlight, the girl's slightly pink earlobes were clearly revealed.

It’s a pity... Jiang Mo, who was busy in the kitchen, had no chance to see this beautiful scene.

"You should...get closer."

Heita pursed his lips, then tiptoed down the stairs, just like the accidental eavesdropping that happened this afternoon, and slowly leaned against the wall next to the kitchen.

She lifted her nose slightly and smelled a hint of sweet fresh cream.

......

The flour fluttered like fine snow under the warm light, the mixer stirring the fresh cream hummed in the silent kitchen, and the sweet and mellow aroma floated in the kitchen at three o'clock in the morning.

"I haven't made a cake in a long time. I'll try making a new one. If it doesn't work out, there's still time to adjust..."

As Jiang Mo spoke, he put the ceramic mold in his hand into the oven. After referring to the common recipes of Azure Star, he roughly adjusted the various parameters of the oven.

Looking at the cake base that was slightly expanding in the mold, it reminded him of Heita's slightly flushed cheeks when she took a nap on his lap.

"It's my first birthday... I feel like I've taken away a lot of firsts from Black Tower..."

He tapped his lower lip with his index finger, then murmured softly as if he knew everything about the family:

"The first time I held hands, the first time I planted flowers, the first time I went shopping... No, no, why do I feel like a scumbag the more I talk about it?"

Jiang Mo curled his lips, and his fingertips stained with strawberry jam left sticky red marks on the kitchen counter, as if indicating that his mood was also uneasy at this moment.

The heartbeat of the girl hiding in the shadow outside the kitchen also quickened slightly at this moment, and the two of them reached a kind of...subtle tacit understanding.

"I don't know what Black Tower's taste in sweets is...it's a bit presumptuous."

"I like everything you make..."

"Hiss, should we prepare some flowers for Heita's birthday? We should also have the proper sense of ceremony..."

"Violet is fine."

"By the way, if it's the Black Tower... what kind of wish would she make?"

'Let you stay by my side forever.'

Chapter 55 Jiang Mo: Do ​​you want to try treating me as a dessert? (3/10)

The man under the warm light raised one question after another, and the silent girl in the shadows answered them one by one in her heart.

As the timer on the oven ticked, time slowly passed between Jiang Mo's fingertips stained with strawberry jam and Heita's soft brown hair.

Ding--

Along with a crisp sound in the kitchen, the cake base that was originally rotating slowly also stopped at this moment.

"Hmm~ Looks like it was quite successful~"

Jiang Mo looked at the cake base in front of him with great satisfaction, and then he began to spread cream on it and decorate it with fresh strawberries using a piping bag.

As skillfully as if he had done it many times before.

Heita was looking at the shadow projected from the frosted glass sliding door, thinking about what to do next.

"Should I... confess? Or should I just wait?"

The girl bit her lower lip lightly, thinking about her "special attack plan against Jiang Mo".

However, just as she was thinking about countermeasures, the sliding door beside her was suddenly opened, and soft warm light rubbed against the girl's white jade feet and sprinkled into the living room.

Before Heita could react, the figure who had been busy in the kitchen for a long time walked out of the kitchen carrying an iron tray.

He did not notice the girl in the corner, but cut off a small piece of cake and put it into his mouth quite familiarly.

The fluffy cream melts on the tip of your tongue, and the sour and sweet taste of strawberry jam embraces your taste buds, conveying the long-lost sweet aroma.

"Hmm~ It's okay, the taste isn't particularly bad. Of course... it's not much better either. There's still room for improvement, but..."

Halfway through his speech, Jiang Mo suddenly shuddered for no reason.

His sixth sense told him that at this moment, someone seemed to be staring at him, in the darkness not far away from him.

"Could it be..."

Feeling the faint pain coming from his right collarbone, Jiang Mo's back instantly broke out in cold sweat.

That crazy bitch wouldn't come to my house at this time, would she?

Why do we have to come on Black Tower’s birthday?!

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo turned his head stiffly and looked behind him, and then... he found the black tower standing at the junction of shadow and warm light.

"Black Tower? Why are you here?"

Jiang Mo's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the girl standing in the shadow with some surprise, and was a little dazed for a moment.

Wasn't she asleep? Why was she here?

Heita gently blinked his beautiful eyes, then raised his little hand and pointed to the oven in the kitchen.

"I just heard the oven, so I came down to check it out."

After saying that, the girl turned her attention to the piece of strawberry cake on the table that was missing a corner.

“What is this…?”

"Strawberry cake is the dessert I plan to make for our anniversary. I haven't made this in a while, and I'm not sure if my hands are rusty yet, so I tried it out ahead of time. It should turn out pretty good."

Jiang Mo picked up the plate of strawberry cake as he spoke. Just when he was about to say something... the red light curtain appeared in front of him again.

[Faced with the sudden arrival of the Black Tower, you choose:]

[1. Heita, you are not allowed to eat strawberry cake.]

[2. Carefully spread the cream on your index finger and ask Black Tower to hold it in his mouth to taste it.]

[3. Tell Heita that strawberry cake is difficult to make and requires a little "price" to eat]

Looking at the sudden red light curtain in front of him, Jiang Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and then he simply ignored the existence of this thing.

He now understood that Ah Ha was looking for moments like this to make the atmosphere weird. She was just a little female ghost looking for fun.

With the intention of kicking Ah Ha away and welcoming Fu Li into his arms, Jiang Mo decided to...actually die a little.

I don't want to be your mouthpiece anymore, ahaha!

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo chose to ignore the light curtain in front of him, and smiled softly at the black tower, and said softly:

"Would you like to try..."

Before Jiang Mo could finish his words, a familiar transparent light curtain appeared in front of him.

[The entry "Bewitching Tongue" was activated successfully]

?

No, buddy, why are you so crazy right now? Did you start after I finished talking?

However, Jiang Mo seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of this entry.

If you want language to have a greater impact on a person under reasonable circumstances, you have to change the various components of the sentence.

For example...content.

Driven by his ability, he swallowed the last syllable of the "Strawberry Cake" that was already on his lips and uttered a sentence that made Heita feel a little uneasy:

"Try to treat me as dessert?"

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, an indescribable look of surprise appeared on Heita's slightly childish face.

Soon, her cheeks were stained with a touching blush, and even her earlobes were dotted with a faint pink.

The living room fell into a long silence. Jiang Mo could even hear the dripping sound of condensed water falling in the thermostat.