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"Okay, that's fine." Su Mengli did not object.

Yan Nuoya tiptoed to the door of Mo Xiangwen's study. She grasped the cold metal doorknob, gently turned it, and pushed the door open as quietly as possible before going inside.

Because the curtains were drawn, the room was rather dimly lit.

Her gaze immediately fell on the bed on the left side of the room.

Mo Xiangwen was lying flat on his back with his eyes closed, his face calm, and his breathing long and steady, clearly in a deep sleep.

And not far from him, less than a pillow away, Bai Shishi was also sleeping soundly.

She was curled up, covered with what was clearly a large portion of the blanket that Mo Xiangwen had given her. The two of them looked exceptionally peaceful in the dim light.

Yan Nuoya stood at the door, her steps faltering slightly.

Her beautiful purple eyes clearly reflected the scene before her, and her previously dazed gaze instantly became exceptionally clear.

Should we wake them up?

Yan Nuoya's gaze lingered on the two sleeping faces for a moment.

Mo Xiangwen must be just as tired as she is, and Bai Shishi seems to be sleeping soundly.

An indescribable tenderness quietly welled up in her heart, overshadowing her initial surprise and that subtle feeling that she herself couldn't quite discern.

Never mind... let them sleep a little longer.

She sighed silently and gently closed the door.

Back in the living room, Su Mengli and Su Mengyao both looked over.

"How is it? Did you wake him up?" Su Mengyao asked first.

Yan Nuoya gently shook her head and said softly, "I didn't wake him... Xiang Wen is sleeping soundly, let him sleep a little longer."

"Where's Shishi?" Su Mengli asked. "Is she still inside? I haven't seen her come out."

Yan Nuoya was silent for a moment, then nodded: "She's still in the room."

Su Mengli shook her head: "Forget it, let Xiang Wen sleep a little longer. Judging from his appearance, he won't wake up anytime soon."

"As for Shishi, there's no point in calling her out now."

She turned to Yan Nuoya and asked with concern, "Nuoya, are you hungry? Would you like to eat something first?"

Yan Nuoya subconsciously touched her stomach, felt it for a moment, and still felt no appetite.

She shook her head: "Not hungry yet... I don't have much of an appetite."

Looking at her slightly pale face and exhaustion, Su Mengli said gently, "Why don't you go back and lie down for a while? You need to rest more now."

Su Mengyao agreed, saying, "Anyway, we're not hungry right now. Let's eat after Xiang Wen gets up. I'll go call you then."

Yan Nuoya did feel quite tired and lacked energy, so she nodded and said, "Hmm...that's fine."

Back in the study, the room, which had seemed somewhat cramped before, now appeared incredibly spacious to her, and there was an indescribable sense of tranquility about it.

That's good; she likes quiet. Yan Nuoya thought to herself, and lay back down on the bed.

I was so sleepy, but I kept tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep.

She closed her eyes, trying to dispel her distracting thoughts and fall asleep.

However, the scene I had just witnessed in Mo Xiangwen's room was still vividly clear in my mind.

Mo Xiangwen's sleeping profile, Bai Shishi's peaceful sleeping face nestled beside him.

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she didn't even know what she was thinking or what she was pondering.

Even she herself couldn't explain it, but the image was etched into her mind like a brand, impossible to erase.

Even though my body was very tired, my thoughts were like a wild horse that couldn't be stopped.

Yan Nuoya turned over, buried her face in the soft pillow, trying to shut out her chaotic thoughts and force herself to fall asleep.

Chapter 144 Little Yi, Wake Up!

"Wake up, Xiao Yi."

In his sleep, Mo Xiangwen felt a familiar voice calling to him.

Heeding the call of that voice, Mo Xiangwen slowly opened his hazy eyes, and what he saw was an unfamiliar... wait, a familiar face.

About an arm's length away, the owner of a delicate and lovely face was staring intently at him with her scarlet eyes.

"I came in response to the summons..." Mo Xiangwen opened his mouth and slowly said, "I ask you, are you my master?"

Bai Shishi was slightly taken aback, wondering if Xiao Yi was still half asleep.

However, she quickly realized her mistake and put this trivial matter out of her mind.

Bai Shishi nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, I summoned you. Now, you must grant me one hundred wishes."

This time, Mo Xiangwen was stunned for a while before slowly coming back to his senses.

Under Bai Shishi's expectant gaze, he reached out and pinched her fair cheeks, gently pulling them apart and then kneading them.

"Give me a hundred wishes." Mo Xiangwen's stiff face relaxed, and he chuckled, "Is Shishi really that greedy?"

"Waaaaaah!"

Bai Shishi cried out as her cheeks were being rubbed, and she reached out to pinch his cheeks in return, pulling them apart with her small hands rather weakly.

The two stared at each other for several seconds before Mo Xiangwen finally gave up.

Mo Xiangwen was the first to release her cheek. Although he hadn't used much force before, he still gently massaged it with his palm to relieve any possible soreness before withdrawing his hand.

Bai Shishi copied him, rubbing his face, and then cheerfully said, "What's wrong with that? What if he agrees? Then Xiao Yi will have to grant me a hundred wishes."

Mo Xiangwen chuckled and shook his head: "I don't have the ability to grant you a hundred wishes."

Bai Shishi pouted slightly, looking a little disappointed, and didn't say anything.

Seeing Bai Shishi like this, he was both amused and exasperated. He braced himself on the bed with his hands, slowly sat up, and gently rubbed her head.

"However, I'm still happy to work with Shishi on things that are within our capabilities," Mo Xiangwen said softly.

Bai Shishi blinked her beautiful big eyes, and suddenly, her face lit up with a smile.

"Ok!"

Just then, Su Mengyao's voice came from outside the room.

"Shishi, why have you been calling me for so long? Is Xiang Wen still asleep?"

I was so engrossed in chatting with Xiao Yi that I almost forgot about this.

Bai Shishi's smile froze on her face. She quickly climbed out of bed and called out loudly, "You're awake! We're coming right away!"

......

When Mo Xiangwen and Bai Shishi arrived in the living room, the other three were already seated, and a three-dish meal with soup was laid out on the dining table.

It seems that in addition to the braised chicken he helped make, Su Mengli also bought other ingredients and made two more stir-fries and soups.

The dining table wasn't very big; it was already a bit of a stretch for the five of them to sit down.

After the two of them sat down, Su Mengyao complained, "Why are you so slow? The food is getting cold." As she spoke, she shifted her gaze to him, a slightly mischievous smile on her face, "Did Xiang Wen stay in bed too long?"

"No, no..." Bai Shishi quickly explained, "It was me..."

“Yeah, right.” Mo Xiangwen interrupted Bai Shishi and joked, “What’s wrong with sleeping in? You’ve never slept in before.”

"No." Su Mengyao straightened her expression and said confidently, "I never sleep in."

Upon hearing this, Su Mengli glanced at her but remained silent.

Mo Xiangwen didn't really care whether she believed him or not; he was just casually shutting her down.

He looked at Noah sitting next to him; she still looked rather unwell and didn't seem to have rested well.

Yan Nuoya noticed his gaze, turned her head, and gave him a slight smile.

But he always felt that there seemed to be some weariness in Yan Nuoya's smile.

"Noya, do you feel any better after taking the medicine?" Mo Xiangwen asked in a low voice.

"Hmm..." Yan Nuoya pressed her fingers against her cheek, tilting her head slightly, as if carefully sensing the condition of her body.

After a short while, she slowly said, "I still don't have much strength, but it's a little better than before."

After saying that, she asked with concern, "How about you? How are you feeling?"

"Pretty much, just like you." Mo Xiangwen nodded.

Hearing their conversation, Su Mengli felt much more at ease.

"Since you're feeling better, go back to your room and rest after dinner," she gently reminded him.

"Yes, yes, let's eat first." Mo Xiangwen picked up a piece of braised chicken and put it in his mouth. The rich aroma of the sauce and the tenderness of the chicken were wonderful. He then tasted the stir-fried pork made by Su Mengli. His eyes lit up and he sincerely praised, "Mengli, your cooking skills are really good."

“Right, right!” Su Mengyao immediately echoed with pride, her tone as cheerful as if she had just been praised: “My sister is an amazing cook! Even Mom says her skills are already good enough to graduate.”

"I see, a good teacher produces outstanding students," Mo Xiangwen replied with a smile.

Su Mengli felt a little embarrassed by their praise and interrupted with a hint of helplessness: "Alright, alright, that's enough. Stop flattering us and eat it while it's hot."

Bai Shishi also tasted the dish and sincerely praised it, "It's really delicious."

Yan Nuoya nodded in agreement, her voice soft but clear: "Yes, it tastes very good."

The continuous praise made Su Mengli's ears turn slightly red, and she showed a rare sense of unease.

Su Mengyao glanced at her sister in surprise; it was the first time she had ever seen Su Mengli with this expression.

However, as soon as she took a bite of chicken, Su Mengyao's focus returned to the braised chicken.

Her eyes widened slightly: "Wow, sis, Xiang Wen, the braised chicken you two made together tastes even better than what you get in restaurants! The chicken is incredibly flavorful, and the texture and aroma are fantastic."

Su Mengli quickly waved her hand, delegating the credit: "It's mainly because Xiang Wen made the sauce so well, and he also guided me on how to make it."

"Wow, Xiangwen, that's amazing!" Su Mengyao turned to Mo Xiangwen and asked curiously, "How come I've never heard you mention that you can cook before?"

“Cooking is too much trouble, how could I cook?” Mo Xiangwen immediately denied: “At most I know how to cook one or two dishes, it’s not really memorizing, and Mengli is the one who mainly controls the heat.”

"If you're afraid of trouble, then why did you suddenly decide to make braised chicken today?" Su Mengyao asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm sick, aren't I?" Mo Xiangwen mumbled as he ate his rice. "I was thinking that eating something I made myself might help me recover faster? It's better than ordering takeout, right?"

Upon hearing this, Su Mengli nodded in agreement: "The school cafeteria's food is relatively controllable, but some restaurants outside use too much spice to enhance the flavor, which can easily cause internal heat if you eat too much."

You can't eat takeout if you're sick? That's impossible.

Given their personality—they both hate trouble to death—they'd at most be careful not to order grilled, fried, or spicy food; there's absolutely no reason why they can't eat takeout just because they're sick.

Yan Nuoya opened her mouth, about to say something, when an idea suddenly flashed through her mind like lightning.

"What's wrong?" Noticing her strange appearance, Mo Xiangwen asked with some concern, "Are you feeling unwell or do you not like this kind of food?"

Yan Nuoya gave him a complicated look, remained silent for a long time, and then shook her head.

"Everything is fine, thank you."

"That's good. I was a little worried that you wouldn't like it."

Chapter 145 Yan Nuoya in the Dead of Night

That night, all was quiet. Yan Nuoya lay on the soft bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Her thoughts wandered aimlessly like the boundless night outside the window. She couldn't even clearly grasp what she was thinking. She only felt as if a damp, cold cotton ball was stuck in her chest, heavy and suffocating.

Finally, she gave up fighting against sleep and gently lifted the covers to sit up.

Barefoot on the cool floor, she groped her way to the window and opened it.

A deep night breeze, carrying a coolness, brushed against my face.

Looking around, the residents of other buildings in the community had already turned off their lights and gone to sleep, with only a few scattered lights shining alone in the deep darkness.

...I still can't calm down.

She turned away from the window and decided to find a book to read.

She groped her way toward the desk, guided by her memory. However, whether it was because the room was too dark, or because she was restless, or a combination of both, she was unsuccessful.