I really like your sand sculpture group friends

She would run to him in the middle of the night; it was almost an unquestionable choice.

And, and... was she really angry because Shishi didn't tell her beforehand?

This thought, like a tiny needle, pricked her heart again and again.

When she pushed open Mo Xiangwen's door, she saw Bai Shishi curled up peacefully beside him, and saw him so naturally protecting her, patting her back to comfort her.

What welled up in her heart at that moment was not only her anger at Bai Shishi for not informing her in advance, but also a feeling that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She felt a surge of bittersweet emotions welling up inside her.

Why is it that only Shishi can do that?

Su Mengyao was startled by the thought that popped into her head.

Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door, followed by Mo Xiangwen's voice: "Mengyao? It's me, Xiangwen. May I come in?"

Su Mengyao's heart tightened, and she buried her face in the pillow, pretending not to hear.

Mo Xiangwen waited for a response, hesitated for a moment, and then gently pushed the door open and came in.

The room was pitch black. He assumed Su Mengyao might not be there, so he fumbled for the light switch and turned it on.

When the lights came on, he immediately saw Su Mengyao lying on the bed, radiating an aura of "I'm sulking."

Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the bedside and sat down, tentatively asking, "Mengyao? Is she asleep?"

His response was a soft snort coming from his nose.

She wasn't asleep and made it clear that she didn't want to talk to him.

But since they've already "hummed," it means there's still a chance to communicate.

Mo Xiangwen sorted out his thoughts, coughed lightly, and then whispered an apology in her ear: "Mengyao, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I should have told you earlier that Bai Shishi was coming to sleep."

He paused, observed for a moment, and saw that the other party had no reaction, not even bothering to hum.

That doesn't seem right.

But he couldn't think of any other reason for the time being.

He had no choice but to change his approach, adopting an even more exaggerated tone: "Beautiful Miss Su? Please calm down?"

no response.

"The beautiful and charming Miss Su? Getting angry will give you wrinkles, you know?"

The head under the pillow seemed to move slightly, but it still didn't lift its head.

"Ms. Mengyao, who is beautiful and kind-hearted? I know you are the most magnanimous person, and you certainly won't hold it against us, right?"

Although Su Mengyao still didn't look up to acknowledge him, Mo Xiangwen keenly noticed that her tense shoulders seemed to relax a little, and, in the light, he seemed to see the corners of her mouth turn up slightly, though she quickly suppressed it.

There is a play!

Mo Xiangwen had a sudden thought and decided to adopt a more aggressive strategy.

He reached out and carefully poked Su Mengyao's side waist, where he knew where the ticklish spot was.

"Hey!" Su Mengyao's body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted. She finally couldn't help but raise her head, her face still flushed, whether from being stifled or angry, it was hard to tell.

Su Mengyao slapped his hand away and said angrily, "What are you doing! You're so annoying!"

Seeing that she was finally willing to communicate directly, Mo Xiangwen was unwilling to let this opportunity slip by. He immediately pressed his advantage, putting on a smile: "Nothing, I just want you to talk to me. Please forgive me, Miss Mengyao? Please tell me if I did something wrong."

Su Mengyao glared at him, her lips slightly pouting. She snorted and turned her head away, but her tone had softened considerably: "Who wants to talk to you! You biased devil!"

"How could I be biased?" Mo Xiangwen protested, but seeing her furrowed brows, he couldn't resist reaching out to tickle her. "Miss Mengyao knows that I'm always fair and just."

"Ouch! Don't touch me!" Su Mengyao laughed and dodged, using her hands and feet to resist his attacks, and the two wrestled on the bed.

After a while of commotion, Su Mengyao, panting, begged for mercy: "Alright, alright! Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Mo Xiangwen stopped, glanced at her flushed cheeks and disheveled clothes and long hair from the playful fight, quickly looked away, and asked again, "So you're not angry anymore?"

Su Mengyao straightened her clothes, deliberately putting on a stern face, but couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "Considering it's your birthday, I'll reluctantly forgive you for now."

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Miss Mengyao!" Mo Xiangwen made a fist-and-palm gesture in response.

Su Mengyao's eyes darted around, then she suddenly changed the subject, deliberately drawing out her words: "However..."

Mo Xiangwen immediately understood and quickly said, "Miss Mengyao, please speak freely. I will try my best to agree to anything I can."

"I'm hungry!" Su Mengyao said matter-of-factly. "Come with me for a late-night snack! Right now!"

Mo Xiangwen was both amused and exasperated: "Seriously, Miss? Didn't you eat your birthday cake? And it's so late..."

"I was so busy playing around with you guys that I barely ate anything," Su Mengyao said confidently. "Now that I'm calmer, I feel hungry."

"But Miss Mengyao, you were the one who started this cream-smearing game," Mo Xiangwen muttered under his breath.

"Go? No? Go?" Su Mengyao asked, enunciating each word clearly.

Mo Xiangwen smiled helplessly and raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I'll keep you company! I'm really scared of you. What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." Su Mengyao tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Let's go to the barbecue stall on the street we went to last time! I want to eat chicken wings and grilled eggplant!"

"Okay, then quickly put on a coat, it's chilly at night." Mo Xiangwen stood up. "I'll wait for you at the door."

As she watched Mo Xiangwen leave the room, Su Mengyao's smile slowly faded, replaced by a complex emotion.

When things were commotion just now, I temporarily forgot about that bitterness, but now that things have quieted down, that feeling is faintly resurfacing.

Xiang Wen... no, how can you ask him this?

Sister, what should I do?

She sighed, took a loose sweatshirt from the closet, put it on, combed her hair in front of the mirror, and then walked out of the room.

"All right?"

"Alright," Su Mengyao said softly, her head down. "Let's go."

Chapter 213 Who Does He Like?

"Here, the keys." Su Mengyao handed him the car keys, her voice still a little muffled.

Mo Xiangwen took the keys, somewhat puzzled: "Didn't we say we were going to eat barbecue? Couldn't we just walk to the street behind?"

The underground parking garage was a bit chilly late at night, but thankfully the lights were still bright, and they found their car without any problems.

"I'm feeling a bit unsettled and don't want to be around here. Let's drive out for a while to clear my head." Su Mengyao opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

Seeing her insistence, Mo Xiangwen nodded: "Alright."

Mo Xiangwen skillfully started the car, and Su Mengyao silently fastened her seatbelt and turned her head towards the car window.

The car slowly drove out of the residential area and into the city streets late at night.

The city at night sheds the hustle and bustle of the day, and the streetlights stretch into the distance like ribbons of light.

It was already late at night, and there were very few vehicles on the road, so they could practically travel without any obstacles.

"Turn right at the next intersection," Su Mengyao suddenly instructed.

Mo Xiangwen turned right as instructed, looking at the road sign; this was the road leading to the High-tech Zone.

Although he was a little puzzled about what she was doing in the high-tech zone in the middle of the night, he didn't ask any more questions when he saw that she was in a bad mood. He just drove quietly.

The car finally stopped beside a wide river embankment.

It's near Linjiang Embankment.

However, this is not a popular spot for watching the tide, and it is even more deserted at night, with only a few lonely streetlights illuminating the embankment and the surging river.

"We're here," Su Mengyao said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

The two got out of the car.

The early spring river wind immediately brought a damp chill, much stronger than in the city, howling and making his coat billow.

Mo Xiangwen hunched his shoulders as the wind blew, and looked at Su Mengyao, who was only wearing a thin sweatshirt.

She seemed oblivious to the cold, walking straight to the dam railing, her hand resting on the cold stone railing, gazing at the moon and scattered starlight reflected on the dark river surface.

The river flowed swiftly in the darkness, its waters crashing against the shore in waves.

It's obvious enough even during the day, let alone now that it's night.

He could hear almost only the sound of the wind and the waves crashing against the rocks.

Mo Xiangwen followed her and stood beside her, also gazing at the vast and desolate night view.

Tomorrow should be a sunny day, with the moon high in the sky, its cool light gently shining on them, and a few particularly bright stars visible.

Silence spread between the two, and the wind, carrying a faint salty smell, ruffled their hair.

After a while, Su Mengyao suddenly stepped closer to him and said, "I'm sorry."

Mo Xiangwen was taken aback, then turned to look at her profile, where the river wind had ruffled her hair: "Why are you apologizing?"

Su Mengyao didn't look at him, still gazing at the river: "Actually... it's not entirely because Shishi didn't tell me, or because you spoke up for her that I'm angry."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts, "But at that moment... I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, a kind of indescribable... suffocating feeling."

The icy river wind blew on her face, bringing a biting chill, but it also made her mind exceptionally clear.

Those elusive emotions hidden deep within my heart are now beginning to reveal themselves in this silence and cold.

She took a deep breath of the cold air, took out her phone, and the light from the screen shone on her face: "I... I'll apologize to Shishi first."

However, when she opened the chat interface, she saw that Bai Shishi had sent a message more than ten minutes earlier:

[Mengyao, I'm sorry for making you worry. I won't do it again. Please don't be angry with Xiangwen, it's all my fault. QAQ]

Seeing that familiar emoticon, Su Mengyao's heart clenched, as if she had been hit hard by something.

She cursed herself inwardly and immediately replied: "I'm the one who should apologize. I was in a bad mood and lost my temper. Shishi, I'm sorry, I scared you."

After sending the message, she put away her phone, looked back at the river, and said softly, as if sighing or stating something, "Shishi... is a very lovely girl."

Mo Xiangwen was puzzled, but still replied in agreement, "Yes, that's right."

Su Mengyao began to recount her story, her voice slightly ethereal in the wind: "She's obedient, cute, and kind-hearted..."

Mo Xiangwen didn't know what she was trying to say, so he could only listen quietly.

“Even I…” Su Mengyao’s voice lowered, with a hint of barely perceptible bitterness: “Even I can’t help but like Shishi.”

Mo Xiangwen casually replied, "Everyone likes her very much."

These words seemed to have triggered a switch, and Su Mengyao suddenly turned her head to look at him, her eyes shining brightly in the dim light.

She almost blurted out, "So, that's why you like Shishi?"

Mo Xiangwen was taken aback by her sudden, direct question and subconsciously asked in return, "Why would you ask that?"

Su Mengyao turned her head back, her hand unconsciously gripping the railing tightly: "Because... you always try to keep your distance from others. At the beginning, you were even very distant from me and my sister, keeping a polite distance. Even with Nuoya, it felt like you were very reserved when you were with her at first, just like when she looked at us, always with a sense of observation."

She suddenly felt very wronged, really, really wronged.

Is this how Noah is? Are you like this too?

These two really look alike; no wonder Noah believed him earlier than she believed them.

Noah... what are they thinking?

Her thoughts were interrupted, and she paused for a while before picking them up again.

Su Mengyao's voice was even lower: "Only Shishi... it feels like you would accept whatever request she makes of you. Moreover, when faced with Shishi's various displays of affection, such as rushing over to hug you or leaning against you to sleep... I have never seen you refuse, and you even... accepted them very naturally."

Mo Xiangwen remained silent for a moment, the river wind causing the stray hairs on his forehead to sway.

He gazed at the dark river surface and said slowly, very seriously:

"Yes. I like Shishi."

After saying those words, Mo Xiangwen didn't feel any more relaxed; on the contrary, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Su Mengyao's face showed an "I knew it" expression.

But then, even more overwhelming sadness and disappointment emerged.

Su Mengyao pressed her lips together tightly.

However, Mo Xiangwen did not finish speaking.