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After an unknown amount of time, Mo Xiangwen unconsciously stirred in his sleep, his eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened them.

Before he was fully conscious, he first noticed a small patch of faint light around him.

He turned his head in confusion and found Yan Nuoya sitting on a chair not far from the sofa, holding a mobile phone in her hand.

She seemed to realize he was awake, and leaned slightly forward, looking at him with the light from the screen illuminating her clear eyes and sleepy face.

"Still can't sleep?" Mo Xiangwen asked in a hoarse voice, his eyelids so heavy they were almost closing again.

Yan Nuoya was surprised that he woke up suddenly. She was slightly startled as if she had been caught red-handed, then looked away and hesitated before whispering, "Hmm...maybe it's because I slept too long during the day."

"...I see." Mo Xiangwen struggled to open his heavy eyelids, his mind a complete blank. "How about...I chat with you for a while?"

After saying that, he made a move to sit up.

"No, no need!" Yan Nuoya's voice rose slightly unconsciously, then quickly fell back down: "You should go to sleep."

She paused, then added, "I'm going to sleep too."

"Okay, I'm going to sleep then." Mo Xiangwen readily lay down again, not forgetting to vaguely add, "If you still can't sleep well, just wake me up."

Before he could finish speaking, his breathing became heavy again.

She thought, "I won't wake you if I can't sleep."

At this moment, she didn't want to face Mo Xiangwen when he was thinking clearly.

Yan Nuoya watched as he was about to fall asleep again, and the room seemed to be returning to silence.

A certain indescribable emotion surged within me.

"Wait!" she blurted out almost immediately. Although her voice wasn't loud, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room, startling even herself.

Mo Xiangwen opened his eyes with difficulty after being called by her, and looked at her blankly: "Huh?"

He was clearly not fully awake yet.

"How about you move the sofa chair over here?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Xiangwen asked blankly. In this state, he was the opposite of usual, completely unwilling to use his brain.

His head was tilted slightly, and his sleepy-eyed appearance seemed rather endearingly dazed to Yan Nuoya at that moment.

Thinking that she might have been in the same state this morning, she felt her cheeks getting slightly hot.

"Push the chair over here, next to the sofa," Yan Nuoya explained, her voice softer than usual.

"..." Mo Xiangwen was stunned for a long time, as if he were restarting a computer.

Finally, as if he had just understood the meaning of those words, he frowned slightly and analyzed in a tone that was both drowsy and rational: "It's too much trouble. Even if you push it to the side, it'll still be separated from the sofa back. What's the point?"

Why does this person start thinking as soon as they encounter trouble? Yan Nuoya thought, feeling a bit annoyed and helpless.

"You can push it to the armrest of the sofa!" She spoke faster, with an undeniable determination, leaving him no room to think.

Before he could react, she quickly added, her voice softening and carrying a hint of negotiation: "If we're closer this way, it'll be easier for me to call you or chat if I still can't sleep later, right?"

Before Mo Xiangwen could speak again, she walked to her sofa chair and pushed it forcefully.

She pushed the chair all the way to the armrest of the sofa and stopped right next to it.

That seems to make sense. Mo Xiangwen sat on the sofa, hugging his blanket, thinking somewhat drowsily.

Seeing that Yan Nuoya had already pushed the sofa chair over, Mo Xiangwen simply gave up thinking about it. For him, it didn't matter where he slept.

He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the handrail, clutching the quilt, and stood still, squinting as he tried to adjust to seeing in the dark.

Seeing him standing there, seemingly doing nothing, Yan Nuoya felt a subtle emotion welling up inside her, prompting her to take the next step.

"It's a bit dark here, be careful not to bump into anything," she whispered a reminder.

She walked back to the sofa and naturally reached out to gently hold his wrist.

"Come over here." Her voice carried a strange meaning, leading him toward the sofa she had just pushed over.

Mo Xiangwen was led along and obediently followed her to the chair next to the armrest.

Yan Nuoya quietly let go of her hand and said softly, "Okay, we're here. Sit here."

Just in case he couldn't see it, she specifically pointed to the location of the sofa chair.

Mo Xiangwen seemed to snap out of his daze, looked down at the blanket in his arms, then at the sofa chair, and then slowly lay down and pulled the blanket up.

Almost instantly, a familiar fragrance enveloped him, and combined with the softness of the sofa, it brought an indescribable sense of comfort.

A deep drowsiness surged up like a warm tide, and my eyelids could no longer stay open.

He clung to the last vestiges of his consciousness, straining to look at Yan Nuoya on the sofa beside him, and tried his best to speak clearly:

"What do you want to talk about?"

Yan Nuoya had just lay down on the sofa next to him and pulled up the blanket when she heard his question, which was tinged with deep sleepiness.

She turned her head and, in the dim light, saw his head bobbing as he struggled to stay awake.

She looked at him with a strange mix of emotion and tenderness, mixed with a hint of amusement.

"There's nothing in particular I want to talk about right now." She lowered her voice and laughed, "Are you an idiot? Go to sleep."

There was a strange implication in her words that she herself didn't realize.

Hearing her say that, Mo Xiangwen, who was already very sleepy, gave up resisting his drowsiness, closed his eyes, and immediately fell asleep.

Looking at his profile as he slept soundly, completely unguarded, Yan Nuoya felt the last bit of tension in her heart recede like the tide, leaving only a calm.

She didn't say anything more, and quietly lay down, subconsciously pulling the blanket closer to her chin.

This time, the two were separated only by a narrow sofa armrest, and she could clearly hear his steady breathing, which was very close to hers.

It's like white noise.

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The next day

The morning light streamed through the window, softly illuminating the room.

As if stimulated by the change in light, Mo Xiangwen struggled to lift his heavy eyelids.

As soon as my gaze focused, Yan Nuoya's profile came into clear view.

However, he was lying down, so his expression was not visible.

However, it seems that Yan Nuoya is still wearing a white nightgown and hasn't had time to change her clothes yet, so she must have just woken up.

Mo Xiangwen rubbed his eyes, propped himself up on his arms and sat up from the sofa, looking at her.

She stood upright, her expression focused, an open book resting on her knees, her slender fingers gently turning a page.

He didn't expect Yan Nuoya to wake up so much earlier than him; he should have been the one who fell asleep first last night.

Yan Nuoya looked up at the sound, her gaze shifting from the pages of the book to his face.

She wore a faint smile, looked radiant, and her purple eyes had regained their former clarity and brightness.

"Good morning," she said softly, but it was heard very clearly at such a close distance.

"Good morning." Mo Xiangwen yawned softly, smiled, and said, "Looks like you slept well and your spirits have been restored."

Upon hearing this, Yan Nuoya blinked her bright purple eyes at him, her smile widening slightly: "Thanks to you, huh?"

"Whether it's true or not," Mo Xiangwen stretched and chuckled, "I'll take it seriously, as long as I can get some rest."

Yan Nuoya shook her head helplessly, didn't reply, and simply closed the book.

After the two quickly washed up, Mo Xiangwen glanced at the weather forecast and, seeing that it didn't look like it was going to rain, suggested, "How about we go for a run on the track? We can buy breakfast on the way back."

Yan Nuoya hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

She got up, took her clothes from her suitcase, went into the bathroom, and quickly changed into a light blue tracksuit.

Her long hair was tied into a neat single ponytail, making her look exceptionally energetic and capable.

Just like when he went on a trip to the scenic area with Yan Nuoya.

“You wore this outfit when we went to the scenic spot together last time,” Mo Xiangwen said casually. “The color and style suit you quite well; it looks great.”

Yan Nuoya was adjusting her cuffs when she heard this, so she looked up and smiled slightly.

Her eyes flickered, as if she had suddenly remembered something, and with a mischievous smile, she softly asked, "Then... what about the pajamas?"

The pajamas... Mo Xiangwen subconsciously recalled the posture of her wearing the pajamas just now, and the fleeting glimpse of her bending over to teach him last night.

The pajamas are also very nice; in fact, they are quite charming.

"The pajamas... are certainly very nice too." Mo Xiangwen said with a helpless expression, "but praising the pajamas just feels a little strange."

Yan Nuoya's smile deepened as she watched him appear slightly flustered yet trying to explain.

She didn't press him further, simply giving a soft "hmm," which was enough to let him off the hook.

"Let's go," she said in a light tone, seemingly in a very good mood.

The morning air was filled with the cool, refreshing scent of grass and trees. On the university's track and field, there were quite a few students doing morning exercises in groups, just like them.

He and Yan Nuoya ran side by side on the outer track, keeping pace with her steps.

Mo Xiangwen adjusted his breathing, and out of the corner of his eye, he could catch a glimpse of Yan Nuoya beside him.

Her ponytail swayed behind her head with the rhythm of her running, and her fair profile glowed with a healthy rosy hue in the morning light.

She stared intently at the track ahead. Although she was still running steadily, her breathing had become more even.

"Let's take a break," Mo Xiangwen said. "We can walk back and buy breakfast on the way."

Yan Nuoya paused slightly upon hearing his voice, but quickly adjusted her pace and gradually returned to a slow walking rhythm.

I had barely stopped when a cheerful voice called out from behind me: "Hey! Isn't this our class's amazing duo? What a coincidence, you're here for your morning exercise too?"

The two turned around at the same time and saw that the deputy squad leader, Li Xiaoxiao, was running side by side with the squad leader, Dong Xiang. Li Xiaoxiao had a bright smile on her face and fine beads of sweat on her forehead as she waved to them.

Seeing their gazes, Dong Xiang smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

Then, Dong Xiang and Li Xiaoxiao stopped in front of them.

"Good morning, class monitors." Mo Xiangwen replied with a smile.

"Good morning." Yan Nuoya smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

"It's rare to see the two of you together on the playground." Li Xiaoxiao blinked and teased, "I've seen you a few times before, but it was always Mo alone, and I didn't dare to say hello to him."

Mo Xiangwen smiled helplessly: "I've only come out a few times occasionally, and I haven't seen you. Just call me next time you see me."

Yan Nuoya smiled faintly, but did not reply.

Li Xiaoxiao sighed, shook her head, and didn't want to discuss this topic any further.

"By the way, the school sports meet is coming up soon, are you guys interested?"

Chapter 118 Transformation

Monday morning

After having breakfast together in the cafeteria, Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya went straight back to the studio.

The two of them tacitly avoided mentioning whether or not to go for a run.

There was no particular reason; I was just being lazy.

Besides, they had professional classes this morning, and just walking to class and back to the studio together was enough for their daily exercise.

They're both just shut-ins; they don't have a strong desire to exercise.

The two sat in their respective seats and began their work in a relaxed silence.

When it was just him and Yan Nuoya in the office, this was basically the atmosphere. Although they would chat occasionally, they spent most of the time in silence.

Given their tacit understanding, even necessary communication is rare.

Of course, this only applies to the time when it's just him and Yan Nuoya.

If there were other people present, such as Su Mengyao or Bai Shishi, and they fell into a prolonged silence, he would inevitably wonder if something was wrong.

He was thinking about Su Mengyao and Bai Shishi when he heard the door being pushed open. He turned around and saw the sisters Su Mengli and Su Mengyao walk in.

The four greeted each other, and the sharp-eyed Mo Xiangwen noticed a white figure behind them.