282 Please Me 4 (2/2)
An Xiaoning opened the door of the basement and began walking down the stairs slowly to see that Mo Li had yet to go to bed. Upon hearing footsteps approaching, Mo Li sat up and greeted her, ”Xiaoning.”
”You're still up?”
”Yes. I'm not tired since all I do is lay down in bed all day. Did you just return home?” Mo Li asked smilingly.
”We had a gathering with Tianze and the rest at his bar. Song Yan was there too.”
”Oh, she was there. Was Brother Ciye present too?” Mo Li asked in astonishment.
”Yes.”
”It's quite a pity that their relationship ended. Brother Ciye is the type to refuse to swallow his pride and concede, but so is Song Yan. Moreover, Song Yan has an extremely powerful family. Her grandfather is a founding father of our country, S Nation, and her father was the Chief of Military. I heard he's incredible. That explains why she's so prideful and lofty. Thus, ever since they broke up, they cut off all contact with each other completely. Very few people know about their relationship because they were dating secretly,” Mo Li remarked.
”Teenage romance is the purest, but it's also very susceptible to failure since teenagers simply cannot overcome obstacles in their relationships. But, from the way I see it, I reckon they'll reconcile in the future – they both seem like they do have the intentions of doing so. Even the blind can tell they still have feelings for each other. By the way, I saw the weather report today, and tomorrow's weather is predicted to be merry. Mo Li, if you find yourself getting bored, do feel free to go out for a walk. You may put on my human mask, no one will recognize you then,” said An Xiaoning.
”Really? That's great. I've been cooped up here for days, I'm really going to be bored to death soon. I desperately need to take a breather.”
”I'll give you the mask tomorrow morning.”
”Alright, thank you so much, Xiaoning.”
”Don't mention it. Go to bed, it's getting late,” An Xiaoning said with a smile.
”Goodnight.”
An Xiaoning returned upstairs and asked Jin Qingyan, ”When was the last time I got my period? I can't remember.”
”On the 6th of last month,” Jin Qingyan answered without hesitation.
”How did you remember so clearly?”
”I wrote it down for you on a notebook that I left in the drawer.”
An Xiaoning quickly opened the drawer to discover that there was a small journal with a pen on top of it.
She took the journal out and flipped through its pages. Jin Qingyan had indeed noted down all the dates of her menstrual cycle as well as the color of her blood.
He did not seem like such a meticulous person at all.
”Seems like Aunt Flo will be paying a visit anytime soon then,” said An Xiaoning as she put the journal back into the drawer, then removed her home slippers before crawling onto bed.
”I know that better than you. But I hope she doesn't arrive this month,” said Jin Qingyan, cocking his head towards the side to face her.
”Just because I don't menstruate doesn't necessarily mean I'm pregnant. Most of the time, it's merely because of a hormonal imbalance.”
”If you're pregnant, I'll definitely have to suffer a dry spell of three months.”
”Says who? If I manage to conceive, you'd have to resist your urges throughout the entire course of my pregnancy, not just three months,” she corrected him in a serious manner.
”Doesn't matter, we'll be together anyway, I'll just wait until the night we consummate our marriage and give it my all. You might not be able to even get down from the bed then.”
An Xiaoning burst into giggles and surged forward to snuggle into his arms. ”Could you be less crude about it?”
”No.”
”…”
”Since you're getting your period soon, all the more reason I can't let you off tonight,” Jin Qingyan declared as he cast the book in his hands aside.
”I'm very tired, I want to sleep.”