After a while, the knocking at the door sounded again.
A faint voice from outside came from Mo Senlin: “It’s me. Are you okay?” Lu Qin opened the door slightly and peered out stealthily; seeing no one else besides Mo Senlin, she finally opened the door.
“Where is that person?” she asked.
Mo Senlin furrowed his brow deeply: “He must have run away.” “Didn’t you see him?” “There was no one outside your door when I came out.” This situation was even more terrifying.
While still reeling from shock, Lu Qin suddenly noticed Mo Senlin clutching his abdomen with a pale complexion, appearing to be in poor condition.
“Um, what’s wrong with you?” Mo Senlin replied, “I have a stomachache—it’s a chronic issue.” “Then please come in first; I still have some monkey mushroom rice porridge left,” Lu Qin said quickly, assisting him inside and explaining, “Don’t worry; it’s all clean. I just cooked it tonight.” Mo Senlin sat on the sofa and took a deep breath.
Lu Qin ran to the kitchen and found that the porridge was slightly cold, so she decided to warm it up before serving it.
She said to Mo Senlin, “How about I make you a warm glass of milk first—it’s good for your stomach.” “Hmm,” Mo Senlin replied indifferently.
For him, having food to eat is enough.
He served him warm porridge when Lu Qin casually asked, “What did you eat tonight? Why do you suddenly have stomach pain?” Mo Senlin’s finger holding the cup paused briefly as he replied slowly, “I didn’t eat anything.” Lu Qin was puzzled: “You mean you didn’t eat anything at all?” Mo Senlin took a sip of porridge and felt warmth in his stomach: “I don’t like cooking, so we never keep ingredients at home.” “What about your wife? Do you not care about her?” Mo Senlin was taken aback: “Your wife?” Lu Qin’s expression instantly grew complicated: “Could it be that you’ve divorced?” Mo Senlin: “…” He nearly choked on the porridge in his mouth.
He remained calm: “I’ve always been single.” Lu Qin instinctively replied, “Being single all the time must be so great?” Mo Senlin said nothing; Lu Qin continued, “…” Finally, she lost her composure.
The author has something to say: Olie gives Lu Qin rested his chin on his hand, seemingly lost in thought.
After taking his final sip, Mo Senlin set down his bowl and looked up: “Do I have a mole on my face?” It was merely after drinking a bowl of porridge that the young girl before him had been staring at him intently throughout—the clear sign that she was plotting something sinister.
“Cough, cough.” Lu Qin sat up straight, feeling uncomfortable.
“That’s it.” Lu Qin brushed a strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear behind her ear, her expression unchanged: “I have a deal I’d like to make with you—just tell me if you agree.” Mo Senlin raised an eyebrow: “With me?” Lu Qin blinked, suddenly realizing what was happening, and her face turned bright red: “Hey! What are you thinking? I mean, I want to make a deal with you!” “Not the kind you’re thinking of!” “Don’t think so negatively—I’m talking about something very serious!” She spoke incoherently, stammering.
Mo Senlin couldn’t help but laugh.