freenovelworld Chapter 341 Charming
Chapter 341 Charming
As night fell, the two finally arrived at Song Yufei's shelter.
Mo Ming sat at the table, his gaze fixed on the jade pendant, deep in thought.
His fingers gently touched the dark red mark on his forehead, and the faint pain made him alert.
A moment later, Song Yufei came over with a bowl of hot soup and placed it in front of Mo Ming: "Drink some soup to warm yourself up first. You've used up too much spiritual energy; you need to recover as soon as possible."
Mo Ming took the hot soup, sipped it, and then gently blew on the rim of the bowl. He looked up, his gaze falling on Song Yufei, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Little girl, I didn't know you could cook soup."
Mo Ming put down the bowl and said in a deliberately meaningful tone, "This taste... hmm, not bad. Why don't you cook it for me a few more times in the future?"
Song Yufei was tidying up the picture albums on the table when she heard this. She paused, looked up and glared at him: "Shameless!"
Although Song Yufei was cursing, a faint blush appeared on her face. She lowered her head and continued to organize the picture albums on the table, but her fingers trembled slightly involuntarily, clearly indicating that she was somewhat absent-minded.
Mo Ming's smile deepened as he looked at her feigned composure. He slowly took a sip of soup, deliberately smacked his lips, and said, "This soup tastes better and better with each sip. It seems that not only is someone's spiritual power high, but their cooking skills are also quite good."
Upon hearing this, Song Yufei couldn't help but glare at him, her tone slightly reproachful: "Stop being so cheeky! Finish your drink and get some rest, don't waste your spiritual energy here."
Mo Ming seemed not to hear her. He put down his bowl, leaned forward slightly, and whispered, "Wasn't I just praising you? What, are you shy?"
Startled by his sudden approach, Song Yufei instinctively took a step back, nearly dropping the picture book in her hands. She forced herself to remain calm, her face stern, and said, "Who's shy? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you out!"
Seeing her like this, Mo Ming couldn't help but laugh. He sat back down in his chair, crossed his arms, and said lazily, "Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. But, your soup is really good. How about you cook it for me again sometime?"
Song Yufei pursed her lips, not answering immediately. She looked down at the picture book in her hand, remained silent for a moment, and then said softly, "If you like it... let's talk about it another time."
Her voice was very soft, almost like she was talking to herself, but Mo Ming heard it clearly. A smile flashed in his eyes, and he stopped teasing her, instead looking at her quietly with gentle eyes.
A brief silence fell over the room, with only the candlelight flickering gently, casting a warm glow on their faces.
After a while, Song Yufei seemed to sense the subtle change in the atmosphere, coughed lightly, and broke the silence: "Does the mark on your forehead... still hurt?"
Mo Ming paused for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his forehead and smiled, "It's alright, it just hurts a little, but it's nothing serious."
Song Yufei frowned, walked to his side, and gently touched his forehead. Her fingers were icy cold, and when they touched Mo Ming's skin, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"The mark only activates when spiritual energy is overexerted," she said softly, her tone tinged with worry. "Don't push yourself too hard lately, get some rest."
Mo Ming felt the warmth of her fingertips, and his heart warmed. He looked up at her, his gaze deep: "Are you worried about me?"
Song Yufei felt a little uncomfortable under his direct gaze, so she quickly withdrew her hand and turned her head away: "Who's worried about you? I'm just afraid that if something happens to you, it will implicate me."
Mo Ming chuckled softly, not exposing her insincerity. He stood up, walked to her side, and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't implicate you. But I'm quite happy to have you care about me like this."
Song Yufei's face turned even redder. She bit her lip and playfully pushed him away, saying, "Who cares about you! Stop being so presumptuous!"
Mo Ming was pushed back a step by her, but his smile became even brighter. Looking at her embarrassed and annoyed expression, a warm feeling welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently hold her wrist.
"Yufei," he called her name softly, his tone earnest, "thank you."
Song Yufei was taken aback by his sudden action, and the warmth from his wrist made her heart race. She looked up and met his deep eyes, momentarily forgetting to pull away.
Their eyes met in the air, as if time stood still. In the candlelight, their shadows intertwined, appearing exceptionally intimate.
A moment later, Song Yufei came to her senses, hurriedly pulled her hand back, turned her back, and said in a flustered voice, "You...you stop with this! Go and rest, don't get in my way!"
Mo Ming watched her retreating figure, his smile deepening. He didn't say anything more, only nodded slightly, and turned to walk towards the bed beside him.
As Song Yufei listened to his departing footsteps, her heart still pounded. She looked down at her wrist, where the warmth of his palm seemed to linger. She bit her lip, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.
As night deepened, a gentle breeze blew outside, bringing a touch of coolness. However, the atmosphere inside was warm and tranquil, as if even the air itself had softened.
Both were lost in their own thoughts, yet neither spoke again. Perhaps, some feelings had already quietly blossomed, waiting only for a certain opportunity to fully bloom.
......
Liang Dongshan sat on a mahogany chair in the room, his fingers lightly tapping the table, his eyes dark and deep.
The projector on the table was still playing the video Li Hao sent back before his death—Mo Ming's cold face flashed across the screen, followed by Li Hao's falling figure.
Liang Dongshan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, and anger surged in his chest, almost bursting out of his throat.
However, when he looked at Mo Ming's face in the image again, his anger was gradually replaced by a sinister smile.
He slowly leaned back in his chair, a meaningful smile curving his lips, and muttered to himself, "Mo Ming... I didn't expect it to be you. This is getting interesting."
He raised his hand to turn on the bracelet, and his fingertips slid lightly across the screen, quickly finding Sun Miaoke's number.
After the call connected, his smile deepened, but his tone was exceptionally gentle: "Miao Ke, are you home? I need to talk to you about something, something very important."
Sun Miaoke's clear voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with a hint of laziness: "It's so late, can't we talk about it tomorrow?"
Liang Dongshan smiled, his tone tinged with concern: "The matter is somewhat urgent, concerning the Eight Gates Secret Realm that we discussed before. If it's convenient for you, I'll come find you now, and we can talk in person."
Upon hearing about the Eight Gates Secret Realm, Sun Miaoke's irritated face instantly showed a hint of surprise. After a few seconds of silence, she smiled and said, "That matter... well, you come over then, I don't have anything else to do."
After hanging up the phone, Liang Dongshan stood up, straightened his collar, and the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by an unfathomable coldness.
He muttered to himself, "Mo Ming, this time, I'll see what kind of trouble you can cause."