Raising You This Small Stuff - Chapter 74

“You…what did you say?” Yuan Suo’s lips trembled.

Mo Yicheng repeated: “We are married.”

“Marriage?” Yuan Suo didn’t understand the meaning of words, but was too shocked to get a little out of it.

Mo Yicheng naturally knew it, so he deliberately misinterpreted it and explained: “It means legal’cannibalism’.”

At this time, Yuan Suo really reacted, only to understand what it meant, and almost knocked over the bowl in a panic.

“Then, do you agree or disagree?” Mo Yicheng was confident when he said the word marriage, but somehow, at this moment, he felt a little inexplicable heart palpitations.

Unwilling to move, Mo Yicheng’s faces got closer and closer, and each other could feel each other’s tension at the moment.

Neither of them spoke, and the air was silent.

For a long while.

“That…actually…it’s not legal, it’s also…it’s okay…” I couldn’t really say the following words of willingness, the whole person was as red as a cooked lobster.

Mo Yicheng heard this answer with joy and surprise at first, and then the worries that crossed his eyes clearly concealed his joy.

“Dudu means you don’t want to get married?” Mo Yicheng confirmed.

Yuan Suo dare not go to see Mo Yicheng, “No.”

“Then why?”

“I…” Yuan Suo stopped talking, but he didn’t know where to start or how to start.

When he first arrived in this world, he wholeheartedly looked forward to rebirth at full level, freed from the shackles of the game, and returned to the nine regions to his own world. Gradually, he had the only one here, and the most important concern in his life. He wanted to stay by Mo Yicheng’s side and separate… it became a wound in his heart that he dared not touch.

However, even if he chooses to stay, is his so-called “sacrifice” really fair to Mo Yicheng? The elf who chooses to stay will be trapped in the game forever, which means that if he stays, Mo Yicheng will always face a “virtual” lover.

In addition to what Abel said today, he… can’t even guarantee that he will stay in the game as a virtual lover, so what can he do to fulfill such an important promise?

Hold your hand for a hundred years.

If you can’t do it, how dare you respond?

Therefore, he can only say: “I…cannot.”

I wish to bite the word “can’t” very hard, the kind of firmness that shot at Mo Yicheng’s heart like a sharp arrow.

Mo Yicheng pressed his emotions and still maintained his rationality: “Why? Was Yuan Suo afraid of secular resistance? Or was it that it would affect my career? Or did I feel that something was wrong…”

“Neither.” Yuan Suo suddenly clenched his fists, her clear and sad eyes seemed to be dizzy with cinnabar, “Neither, because…After the elf reaches the full level in the game, he wants to leave this world…”

At that moment, Mo Yicheng wanted to rush forward to cover Yuansuo’s mouth. He didn’t want, was scared, and couldn’t hear the words behind, but he didn’t make any movements, his limbs froze, and he looked condescendingly.

Yuan Suo dared not look at Mo Yicheng anymore, so she could only mechanically say: “The elf keeps upgrading. After level 100, rebirth and return to his own world is the ultimate goal of this game.”

Level 100? After wishing to rescue Abel, his level has reached 90.

Every word, like raindrops, fell on the body, but it was too cold, and the water droplets had frozen before it fell, wrapping the people layer by layer and permeating directly into it. Mo Yicheng couldn’t say a word. After standing there for a while, he said stiffly, “When did you know?”

For the first time, Yuan Suo saw such a sharp light in Mo Yicheng’s eyes, and his heart trembled, “At the beginning.”

“But, never thought of telling me.” He used an affirmative sentence.

Yuan Suo wanted to argue, opened her mouth and finally made no sound. He thought about it, but he was too stupid to say how to speak, and it was today.

“Yi Cheng…” Yuan Suo could only call him by his name, as he did countless times before.

Mo Yicheng suddenly closed his eyes, did not respond, but turned around abruptly.

“Yi Cheng.” Yuan Suo tremblingly pulled at the corner of Mo Yicheng’s clothes, tears almost fell when he was dodged.

“There’s still something in the company… I’ll ask someone to send you back.” Mo Yicheng was afraid that his emotions would get out of control further, and he couldn’t want to get back into the game.

“……it is good.”

Mo Yicheng didn’t look back. He could imagine what Yisuo looked like at this moment. He was afraid that he would fall when he turned around, and he was stubborn at this moment not wanting to let his heart soften. He can tolerate everything and tolerate everything except this one.

Only myself is left in the house.

May the tears in Suo’s eyes never fall, what qualifications does it have… to fall?

His heart felt like a mess, sometimes mixed with thorns, cutting through the tender flesh and blood, making him unable to help but shake slightly.

After a while, there were footsteps.

Yuan Suo raised her head suddenly, the joy and expectation in her eyes vanished in a flash.

The driver stopped respectfully and said: “Mr. Mo asked me to take you back.”

“He… where is he?”

“Mr. Mo has already driven away.”

“Oh, okay, I…I can take back…wontons and other things here…” The tears finally fell down unwillingly, so I quickly raised my hand to wipe it. It was too late and the tears fell. Inside the wonton, it falls on the table.

“Sorry to wait a minute, just a moment, I…I just want to take this away.” I would like to scramble to find an empty box in the cupboard for food.

The driver had been with Mo Yicheng for a long time. Although I didn’t know that Yuan Suo was an elf thing, but he had a lot of contact with him, and I could guess something about him and Mo Yicheng.

“I’ll help you find it.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“Mr. Mo just now asked me to send you back safely, and he also said that I must watch you safely enter the house before leaving.”

“En.” Yuan Suo’s voice was dull, and she refused to look up.

“Found it!” The driver found a set of lunch boxes of different sizes.

Two people packed the wontons and a few dishes, put them in the bag, and wished to hold them carefully. Then they went out and got on the car like a wandering soul.

——

Yuan Suo eventually ate up the wontons, the wontons were no longer so sweet after the cold, and the fat was uncomfortable with a layer of fat in the mouth.

The time on the wall clock already points to ten o’clock.

Ten o’clock at night.

Mo Yicheng has not returned yet.

Elemental brushed the dishes and chopsticks, returned to the sofa and turned on the TV, his ears were noisy, but his heart was sore.

For the first time, Yuan Suo felt that the time he was able to stay outside after the upgrade was too long, he would not be automatically recalled by the game, and Mo Yicheng would not be seen. However, even if he was recalled a few hours later, probably Mo Yicheng would not start the game.

Mo Yicheng was angry.

But I was so stupid that I didn’t even say a word of sorry.

At twelve o’clock in the night, Yuan Suo was awakened by the sudden sound of guns on the TV. I don’t know when the variety show on the TV was changed to the anti-Japanese drama.

Turning off the TV, it suddenly fell silent, and the room was silent.

Sniffing, although a little scared, he didn’t turn on the TV again.

I don’t know… where is Mo Yicheng now.

At that moment, the door of the living room suddenly opened.

It’s Mo Yicheng!

She wished to have no time to put on her shoes, and went barefoot, stopping forcibly two steps away from the person, not daring to move.

The wind and frost that Mo Yicheng brought in made Yuan Suo tremble.

“Come here.” Mo Yicheng unbuttoned the windbreaker and opened his arms.

Yuan Suo’s nose turned red, and he moved a step forward, and then he was violently pulled into his generous chest.

Mo Yicheng’s chest was warm under his trench coat.

He was weathered and left to himself.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

The two said in unison.

Yuan Suo’s forehead touched Mo Yicheng’s chest, “I didn’t mean it, I just…I’m just afraid…”

“I understand.” Mo Yicheng’s slender fingers stroked Yuansuo’s soft hair. Although his eyes were bitter, it was more distressed, “In the future…you must tell me if you have anything, don’t take it alone.”

Mo Yicheng sat in the car for more than ten hours, thinking about too many things, but didn’t think about the past resentment.

“Today, it’s mine. From now on, I won’t leave you alone.”

“……Yep.”

“Do you have dinner?”

“Yes. Where is Mo Yicheng?”

“not yet.”

So I wish Suo took Mo Yicheng’s hand to the kitchen, and the food that was packed during the day was hot. Both of them seemed to have forgotten about the daytime affairs, and were eating and picking each other’s food.

Finally, Mo Yicheng helped Yuansuo tidy up the dishes.

It’s already one o’clock in the morning.

The two went to the bathroom to clean up, lying on the bed, facing each other.

“Yicheng, I…” Yuan Suo wanted to say something, Mo Yicheng lightly tapped a finger on his lips.

“I come to think of a way, I can always find a way.”

“En.” Thaksin believed in Mo Yicheng, as long as he said, he believed.

“Then what Yuan Suo said before, still count?” Mo Yicheng’s hand in the quilt changed position.

Yuan Suo was trembling all over by the deep and hoarse voice that Mo Yicheng stuck to her ear. He had said a lot before, which one did Mo Yicheng refer to?

“It’s that sentence, it’s illegal–it’s okay.”

“…”

Mo Yicheng’s shadow came up under the warm light, and without receiving an answer, he pecked on his slightly full lips, “It’s a acquiescence.”

The shy eyes of the people under him did not dare to open, even though the relationship between the two had already reached the point where they were only the last step, they would still be nervous every time they got close to him.

Mo Yicheng slid down the exquisite eyebrows and eyebrows with the back of his fingers a little bit, without letting go of every detail. For a moment, he did not control himself, and once again let the sense of horror that he was about to lose climbed up. Suddenly, he couldn’t move like an ice cellar.

Yuan Suo felt Mo Yicheng’s change, opened his eyes carefully, and was hit by the sadness in those cold-pool-like eyes. He didn’t want to see Mo Yicheng like this, his Mo Yicheng shouldn’t be so sad, so he was willing to raise his arm around the person on his body, raised his white neck, and actively pressed his lips.

Hot hands, hot lips, hot breath…

In the dimness, the silhouettes that fit together seem real and imaginary…

Sink.

Or salvation?

If you are destined to part, what is the purpose of seizing at this moment?

Silk Jin is no match for the roughness of the fingertips.

The moonlight is not enough for the fine sweat in the forehead.

The twilight finally got a little Qingming…