âAfter everything that happened today, you must be tired too. Go take a bath and get some rest early!â Meng Ran spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.
âYouâre telling me to take a bath?â Mollyâs eyes curved, watching Meng Ran.
âWhat I mean is, you can go to bed earlier after a bath!â
âGo to bed earlier?â
âBy going to bed earlier I mean you sleep in the bedroom, and Iâll sleep on the couch!â Meng Ran explained a bit nervously.
âOh! Thatâs what you mean. Then Iâm goingâ¦â
âWait a second~â Meng Ran turned and went into the bedroom, coming out with a set of clothes. âThese are new and I havenât worn them yet, so you can wear these for now!â He couldnât even dare look into Mollyâs eyes as he spoke.
âOkay!â Molly took the clothes from Meng Ranâs hands, accidentally touching his, causing him to quickly withdraw his hand, his cheeks flushingâ¦
Seeing such an innocent Meng Ran, Mollyâs lips curled into a smile as she turned and went into the bathroom.
Meng Ran somewhat regretted not bringing his ID today, sitting on the sofa nervously rubbing his hands.
Although he and Mo Mo were almost at the point of getting married, they had never taken any further action, let alone having her bathe at his place.
Aside from his mother, probably no other woman had ever taken a bath at his place!
And at this moment, a charming young lass was taking a bath in his bathroom. As a normal man, how could Meng Ran remain indifferent?
Swish~ The bathroom door opened, and Molly, wearing his shirt, walked out of the bathroom. âIâm done, itâs your turn to bathe!â
Meng Ran turned his head to see Molly and his Adamâs apple bobbed once before he averted his gaze. âThen you should get some rest early!â
Seeing Meng Ran flee into the bathroom like he was escaping, a sweet smile climbed onto Mollyâs face again.
Molly didnât go back to the bedroom but to the kitchen instead, where she cooked two bowls of noodles using the available ingredients.
When Meng Ran came out of the bathroom, he smelled the delicious scent of food~
âHungry, right? I made some noodles. Come eat some!â Molly said with a smile.
Meng Ran approached the dining table and saw two very appetizing bowls of noodles. âYou can cook?â He hadnât expected that.
âWhat? Donât I look like the sort of girl who would know how to cook in your eyes?â
âNo, itâs just that I didnât think a young lass of your age would know how to cook!â
âThatâs because they donât understand!â
âUm??â
âHavenât you heard that if you want to capture a manâs heart, you must first capture his stomach?â Molly looked at Meng Ran with all seriousness.
âHeh~ I wouldnât have guessed that you, a young lass, would know about these things?â Meng Ran was looking down, not daring to meet Mollyâs eyes.@@novelbin@@
âIâve said it several times now, Iâm not a young lass anymore!
âIf you dare call me a lass again, I might justâ¦â trailing off, she moved closer to Meng Ran.
Meng Ran moved back a bit, creating a safe distance, but his heart was pounding so loudly that even Molly could hear it clearly.
Mollyâs lips curved into a smile as she retreated and sat back down. âHurry up and eat before the noodles get soggy; you canât blame my cooking then!â
Meng Ran swallowed, picked up the chopsticks beside him, and began to eat.
With the first bite in his mouth, his eyes unconsciously looked towards the lass in front of him because he never dreamed that the taste of the noodles could be so good!
âHow is it? Has your stomach been conquered by me?â Molly noticed Meng Ranâs reaction as he ate the noodles.
âAh?â Meng Ran, nervous, dropped the fried egg he was holding back into the bowl, causing soup to splash out.
âAre you okay!â Molly got up and came to Meng Ranâs side, wiping his eyes where theyâd been splashed with soup using her finger.
When Meng Ran could open his eyes, Mollyâs youthful and cute face appeared before him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed with unhidden concern in her eyes.
Meng Ran felt his heart skip a beat.
How could Molly not notice Meng Ranâs distraction?
Holding Meng Ranâs cheeks in her hands, she looked at him with an extremely serious expression, âIs it really so hard to admit you like me?â