The kitten room was kept at a constant, not-too-hot temperature. Liu Qianxiu looked at Mu Wan for a long time, then put down the kitten and said, “I’m going to cook.”
Mu Wan watched Liu Qianxiu’s figure leave.
His reaction matched her expectations. Mu Wan didn’t flirt directly, but wanted to do it gradually. She slowly spiked Liu Qianxiu until he liked her, too.
She was the only one in the kitten’s room. Mu Wan looked back at the cat litter and still felt hot. She touched her face and said to the kitten in the cat litter, “Ertong, Zhongfen, when are you two going to open your eyes?”
It seemed that it heard Mu Wan’s call. After Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu had dinner, Zhongfen’s eyes opened. It’s a mixture of black and white. Its eyes are more beautiful than Datou’s, and they’re also light gold.
Zhongfen is the youngest of the three kittens. He is frail and ill and has also been hospitalized. However, its eyes had opened, while Ertong’s eyes had not. Two of them opened their eyes, meowing, and the little fluffy balls lit up by their eyes became more lovely.
Looking away from Ertong, Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu and asked, “Will Ertong’s eyes open tomorrow?” Mu Wan fed the kitten, and Liu Qianxiu didn’t go in. He stood outside the kitten’s room and looked down at the three little ones in the cat litter. After dinner, Liu Qianxiu went to the bedroom to change into cotton and linen clothes. He also wore light-brown wide-legged trousers. It was comfortable and elegant. Liu Qianxiu’s slender body supported his clothes, giving him a fairy-like style. “Ertong will open its eyes tonight,” Liu Qianxiu replied.
He said tonight, but she still needed to know the time. Mu Wan looked at the clock and stood up after shaking the empty milk bottle. She glanced again; it was half-past eight. Mu Wan walked out of the kitten room, stood beside Liu Qianxiu like a red rose, and handed it to his eyes.
“What time do you usually rest?” Mu Wan asked.
He didn’t know what she intended, so Liu Qianxiu just replied.
“Ten o’clock.”
“Ah.” Mu Wan opened her lips slightly, conveying her clarity. She raised her eyes slightly, her gaze shifted momentarily, and then she asked hesitantly: “Can I wait until half-past nine? I don’t want to keep you from rest and won’t bother you. I only want to look at Ertong’s eyes.”
After speaking, Mu Wan sensed something was wrong. Liu Qianxiu usually sat cross-legged and meditated at ten o’clock. It was his time to be alone, and he should hate someone disrupting his life.
She can infiltrate his life a bit, but she can’t make him hate her, so it’s counterproductive.
She frowned slightly. When Mu Wan was about to speak, Liu Qianxiu interrupted her and said, “Yes.”
Mu Wan raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes to look at Liu Qianxiu. The latter’s expression did not change. He took the bottle in her hand and cleaned it before leaving the cat’s room.
For an hour, Mu Wan, who had gotten consent, didn’t always stay in the kitten room. She waited a long time, but Ertong fell asleep in the cat litter. She also got up and left the cat’s room.
The lights in the living room were off. Only the desk lamp on the low table was on. The soft light from under the lampshade cut the darkness into a circle.
Under the halo, the light shone, and Liu Qianxiu sat cross-legged in front of the lamp with a book in hand, reading calmly.
Liu Qianxiu’s appearance is pale, not because his features are shallow. The shadow divides his face under the light into bright and dark sides. Along the forehead, his brow bones and nasal bridge form a three-dimensional shape, giving his face a sharp line.
However, his temperament is light. No matter how sharp his features are, they are subservient to his personality, becoming pure and indifferent, tranquil and far-reaching.
Mu Wan’s slow heartbeat began to accelerate again.
She stood there, quietly looking at Liu Qianxiu. When he turned the page, he looked up and saw her. Mu Wan’s lips slightly opened when he discovered her, and she pointed to the kitten room: “Ertong is sleeping.”
She was a little bored.
Liu Qianxiu didn’t change his movements and asked, “Do you want to read a book?”
“Okay.” Mu Wan removed her shoes, walked barefoot, and sat cross-legged with him.
The couch was not too small, and Liu Qianxiu was quiet enough to use it alone. If Mu Wan sat there, it wouldn’t feel crowded. After she walked over, she sat beside Liu Qianxiu and glanced at the book in his hand. The book’s layout is vertical, and the pages are yellowing and look old.
“What book are you reading?” Mu Wan tilted her head slightly, leaned forward, and closed her eyelids.
Liu Qianxiu handed over the book, and Mu Wan touched it, flicking through the pages, feeling indescribable.
This book looks like an ancient book.
After getting the book, Mu Wan came to her senses. Although there are few things in Liu Qianxiu’s living room, they all have a taste of ancient simplicity. They don’t look like imitation antiques for decoration, but seem real.
For examplFor example, this side table has looked like antique furniture for many years. It is inconspicuous at first glance. However, when Mu Wan approached, exquisite carved patterns were visible, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted. The patterns on the living room wall are not like the ones painted later. Instead, they look like they were cut from somewhere and embedded. Lin Wei, a fine arts student, influenced Mu Wan. She thought the mural’s painting technique was very classical. The whole mural is full of introverted beauty.
Like the gods in the figure paintings, Liu Qianxiu’s exposure to these antiquities is elegant, sacred, and out of reach.
Looking at Liu Qianxiu, Mu Wan gradually lost herself.
The book in her hands didn’t turn. After a while, Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes and met Mu Wan’s gaze. This time, Mu Wan didn’t look away. They looked at each other, and she laughed openly.
Liu Qianxiu glanced at the Book of Ethics, “Tao Te Ching,” in her hand, raised his eyes, and asked her, “Why don’t you read the book?”
Mu Wan looked at The Book of Ethics, “Tao Te Ching,” in her hand. It was hard to understand classical Chinese and traditional characters. She couldn’t recognize all the letters, so she ignored them.
“I don’t understand.”
Liu Qian’s eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, turning the book’s page in his hand, and his fingers became transparent through the yellowed pages. With a faint tone, Liu Qianxiu said, “Look, can you understand it?”
He exposed her, but Mu Wan was not embarrassed when she shook her head and said, “I don’t understand.”
She was telling the truth. Liu Qianxiu seemed to be a doctor, a Taoist priest, and nothing. He is like a hidden master. The more you understand him, the more you feel he is unfathomable. However, he treats everyone frankly, like looking at the bottom of a pool. You can see the rock, but you don’t know how deep it is.
It doesn’t matter how deep it is now, but she can measure it little by little. Thinking of this, Mu Wan added, “But you look better than a book.”
Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes, and Mu Wan was smiling. However, his eyes returned to the book, and there was no trace of what she just seen.
Seeing him turn back and continue reading, Mu Wan felt a little bored, and the paper in her hand rustled. She put her arm on the low table, put her head on top, and looked sideways at him.
“Liu Qianxiu.” Mu Wan’s voice was sweet and delicious in the empty and quiet living room.
Liu Qianxiu didn’t lift his head; he only responded in a low voice.
“Yeah.”
Mu Wan listened to his voice echoing in her ears. She raised her head, looked at the outline of his profile, and asked: “Do you like living alone, right?”
Under a lamp, the two sat down separately in a small corner. Liu Qianxiu sat upright and cross-legged, while Mu Wan’s body twisted like a snake, lazy and peaceful.
“Why do you ask that?”
Mu Wan thought, “Because you have always been alone.”
Liu Qianxiu’s throat moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the words in the book. His tone was flat, and he said lightly: “Now, there are two people.”
Mu Wan watched Liu Qianxiu’s figure leave.
His reaction matched her expectations. Mu Wan didn’t flirt directly, but wanted to do it gradually. She slowly spiked Liu Qianxiu until he liked her, too.
She was the only one in the kitten’s room. Mu Wan looked back at the cat litter and still felt hot. She touched her face and said to the kitten in the cat litter, “Ertong, Zhongfen, when are you two going to open your eyes?”
It seemed that it heard Mu Wan’s call. After Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu had dinner, Zhongfen’s eyes opened. It’s a mixture of black and white. Its eyes are more beautiful than Datou’s, and they’re also light gold.
Zhongfen is the youngest of the three kittens. He is frail and ill and has also been hospitalized. However, its eyes had opened, while Ertong’s eyes had not. Two of them opened their eyes, meowing, and the little fluffy balls lit up by their eyes became more lovely.
Looking away from Ertong, Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu and asked, “Will Ertong’s eyes open tomorrow?” Mu Wan fed the kitten, and Liu Qianxiu didn’t go in. He stood outside the kitten’s room and looked down at the three little ones in the cat litter. After dinner, Liu Qianxiu went to the bedroom to change into cotton and linen clothes. He also wore light-brown wide-legged trousers. It was comfortable and elegant. Liu Qianxiu’s slender body supported his clothes, giving him a fairy-like style. “Ertong will open its eyes tonight,” Liu Qianxiu replied.
He said tonight, but she still needed to know the time. Mu Wan looked at the clock and stood up after shaking the empty milk bottle. She glanced again; it was half-past eight. Mu Wan walked out of the kitten room, stood beside Liu Qianxiu like a red rose, and handed it to his eyes.
“What time do you usually rest?” Mu Wan asked.
He didn’t know what she intended, so Liu Qianxiu just replied.
“Ten o’clock.”
“Ah.” Mu Wan opened her lips slightly, conveying her clarity. She raised her eyes slightly, her gaze shifted momentarily, and then she asked hesitantly: “Can I wait until half-past nine? I don’t want to keep you from rest and won’t bother you. I only want to look at Ertong’s eyes.”
After speaking, Mu Wan sensed something was wrong. Liu Qianxiu usually sat cross-legged and meditated at ten o’clock. It was his time to be alone, and he should hate someone disrupting his life.
She can infiltrate his life a bit, but she can’t make him hate her, so it’s counterproductive.
She frowned slightly. When Mu Wan was about to speak, Liu Qianxiu interrupted her and said, “Yes.”
Mu Wan raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes to look at Liu Qianxiu. The latter’s expression did not change. He took the bottle in her hand and cleaned it before leaving the cat’s room.
For an hour, Mu Wan, who had gotten consent, didn’t always stay in the kitten room. She waited a long time, but Ertong fell asleep in the cat litter. She also got up and left the cat’s room.
The lights in the living room were off. Only the desk lamp on the low table was on. The soft light from under the lampshade cut the darkness into a circle.
Under the halo, the light shone, and Liu Qianxiu sat cross-legged in front of the lamp with a book in hand, reading calmly.
Liu Qianxiu’s appearance is pale, not because his features are shallow. The shadow divides his face under the light into bright and dark sides. Along the forehead, his brow bones and nasal bridge form a three-dimensional shape, giving his face a sharp line.
However, his temperament is light. No matter how sharp his features are, they are subservient to his personality, becoming pure and indifferent, tranquil and far-reaching.
Mu Wan’s slow heartbeat began to accelerate again.
She stood there, quietly looking at Liu Qianxiu. When he turned the page, he looked up and saw her. Mu Wan’s lips slightly opened when he discovered her, and she pointed to the kitten room: “Ertong is sleeping.”
She was a little bored.
Liu Qianxiu didn’t change his movements and asked, “Do you want to read a book?”
“Okay.” Mu Wan removed her shoes, walked barefoot, and sat cross-legged with him.
The couch was not too small, and Liu Qianxiu was quiet enough to use it alone. If Mu Wan sat there, it wouldn’t feel crowded. After she walked over, she sat beside Liu Qianxiu and glanced at the book in his hand. The book’s layout is vertical, and the pages are yellowing and look old.
“What book are you reading?” Mu Wan tilted her head slightly, leaned forward, and closed her eyelids.
Liu Qianxiu handed over the book, and Mu Wan touched it, flicking through the pages, feeling indescribable.
This book looks like an ancient book.
After getting the book, Mu Wan came to her senses. Although there are few things in Liu Qianxiu’s living room, they all have a taste of ancient simplicity. They don’t look like imitation antiques for decoration, but seem real.
For examplFor example, this side table has looked like antique furniture for many years. It is inconspicuous at first glance. However, when Mu Wan approached, exquisite carved patterns were visible, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted. The patterns on the living room wall are not like the ones painted later. Instead, they look like they were cut from somewhere and embedded. Lin Wei, a fine arts student, influenced Mu Wan. She thought the mural’s painting technique was very classical. The whole mural is full of introverted beauty.
Like the gods in the figure paintings, Liu Qianxiu’s exposure to these antiquities is elegant, sacred, and out of reach.
Looking at Liu Qianxiu, Mu Wan gradually lost herself.
The book in her hands didn’t turn. After a while, Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes and met Mu Wan’s gaze. This time, Mu Wan didn’t look away. They looked at each other, and she laughed openly.
Liu Qianxiu glanced at the Book of Ethics, “Tao Te Ching,” in her hand, raised his eyes, and asked her, “Why don’t you read the book?”
Mu Wan looked at The Book of Ethics, “Tao Te Ching,” in her hand. It was hard to understand classical Chinese and traditional characters. She couldn’t recognize all the letters, so she ignored them.
“I don’t understand.”
Liu Qian’s eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, turning the book’s page in his hand, and his fingers became transparent through the yellowed pages. With a faint tone, Liu Qianxiu said, “Look, can you understand it?”
He exposed her, but Mu Wan was not embarrassed when she shook her head and said, “I don’t understand.”
She was telling the truth. Liu Qianxiu seemed to be a doctor, a Taoist priest, and nothing. He is like a hidden master. The more you understand him, the more you feel he is unfathomable. However, he treats everyone frankly, like looking at the bottom of a pool. You can see the rock, but you don’t know how deep it is.
It doesn’t matter how deep it is now, but she can measure it little by little. Thinking of this, Mu Wan added, “But you look better than a book.”
Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes, and Mu Wan was smiling. However, his eyes returned to the book, and there was no trace of what she just seen.
Seeing him turn back and continue reading, Mu Wan felt a little bored, and the paper in her hand rustled. She put her arm on the low table, put her head on top, and looked sideways at him.
“Liu Qianxiu.” Mu Wan’s voice was sweet and delicious in the empty and quiet living room.
Liu Qianxiu didn’t lift his head; he only responded in a low voice.
“Yeah.”
Mu Wan listened to his voice echoing in her ears. She raised her head, looked at the outline of his profile, and asked: “Do you like living alone, right?”
Under a lamp, the two sat down separately in a small corner. Liu Qianxiu sat upright and cross-legged, while Mu Wan’s body twisted like a snake, lazy and peaceful.
“Why do you ask that?”
Mu Wan thought, “Because you have always been alone.”
Liu Qianxiu’s throat moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the words in the book. His tone was flat, and he said lightly: “Now, there are two people.”
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