As she was listening to the story, she suddenly remembered how Mo Senlin had seriously frightened her in the evening—and at that moment, she almost believed it completely.
To which Mo Senlin retorted, “Just kidding.” Lu Qin stormed upstairs; since the residential complex had no elevator and she lived on the fifth floor, her pace gradually slowed down.
Mo Senlin had long legs; before reaching the fourth floor, he had already caught up with her. He walked without panting, breathing steadily, as if taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard.
“Angry?” Lu Qin ignored him.
Mo Senlin walked behind her: “I just wanted to tell you not to trust people too much, especially strangers you meet for the first time.” Lu Qin stopped in her tracks and turned around: “You mean I shouldn ‘t trust you?” Mo Senlin stood at the foot of the steps, meeting Lu Qin’s eyes directly: “That’s not what I meant. You’re a girl—being cautious is always wise.” Lu Qin asked, “How old are you?” Mo Senlin blinked and gave her age: “Twenty-nine.” “No wonder,” Lu Qin said, surprised. “So you’re an uncle—your constant chatter rivals that of my aunt.” Mo Senlin continued, “…An uncle, really?” The thought struck her like an arrow to the heart.
Lu Qin avenged her shock and went upstairs in high spirits. Mo Senlin smiled lightly, treating her as if she were still a child.
“So you’re eighteen?” “Are you asking about my age?” It couldn’t be meant as a joke about her immaturity.
Mo Senlin said slowly, “Well, you look quite young—like a high school student. You can’t really be only seventeen or eighteen years old, can you?” “Ha ha.” Every girl wants others to call her young, and Lu Qin was no exception.
“I’m twenty-one this year, just graduated from university, and my current profession is comic artist.” Mo Senlin praised enthusiastically, “That’s impressive!” “Not really,” he replied. Before they knew it, they had already reached the fifth floor.
Lu Qin turned around and asked, “By the way, I live in Unit 501. Where do you live?” Earlier at the hospital, Mo Senlin had only mentioned that he also lived in this residential complex but hadn’t specified which floor.
Seeing him follow him upstairs, Lu Qin realized it must be the sixth or seventh floor—after all, this building only had seven stories; beyond that, there were none.
Mo Senlin walked straight to the neighboring building and stopped in front of Unit 502. Without rushing, he took out the key, inserted it, and turned it with a click to unlock the door.
Lu Qin: “…” How could such a coincidence exist in this world?
Lu Qin still couldn’t make sense of it and couldn’t help asking, “Do you usually leave early and return late? I thought there was no one living next door.” Mo Senlin thought for a moment and replied, “Sort of.” What does ‘sort of’ mean? It means ‘it’s true if it’s true, false if it’s false ‘—a statement that’s ambiguous, leaving no clear answer. Who knows whether it’s actually true or not! “Slap!” Lu Qin closed the door without any expression.
After finishing her recollection, Lu Qin’s hair was dry; she changed into a clean, soft pajama set. Suddenly, she remembered that the man’s face was very pale.
I haven’t eaten all day.
How could such a person exist? Moreover, when saying this, Mofen remained remarkably calm, as if it were entirely commonplace; over time, he is highly likely to develop gastric complications.
Twenty-nine years old.
It’s time to get married.