Chapter 390: Chapter 390

Yu Siqiao slightly raised his eyebrows, hooked his arm around her shoulder, and generously complimented her, "You have a pretty good memory."

Mo Shu mocked, "The things you give away are always just those few items, what’s so rare about them?"

"What do you think I plan to give this year?"

"Come on, spill the beans!"

Yu Siqiao remained silent, "You’ll know when the time comes."

Mo Shu’s curiosity was piqued as she speculated, "Could it be an agarwood carving? Or something else?"

"Hey!" Mo Shu pinched his waist, "It wouldn’t hurt to just tell me!"

Yu Siqiao looked at her anxious expression and couldn’t help but laugh, then ushered her into the car, "Let’s head back first."

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"It’s not like it’s a gift for me; I won’t tell Grandpa."

Yu Siqiao just wanted to see her curious and impatient, and purposely teased, "Are you hinting for me to give you a gift?"

Mo Shu widened her eyes, grabbed his clothes, and exclaimed, "Do I have to drop hints for you to give me a gift?"

He had inadvertently dug himself into a hole.

Mo Shu tugged at his clothes, demanding, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Yu Siqiao: "It’s a secret."

Mo Shu huffed angrily and pushed him away, "Alright, just remember this."

Yu Siqiao chuckled, "Are you mad?"

"Come on, there’s nothing to be angry about."

Yu Siqiao hummed lightly, "I’ll keep it a secret, and you’ll find out soon enough."

Mo Shu: "Humph, you dog of a man!"

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This long-lost nickname.

Yu Siqiao actually felt a bit of fondness for it.

Mo Shu was dying of curiosity, but since Yu Siqiao wouldn’t talk, she was out of options.

After two minutes of silence, Mo Shu felt his hand tighten around her waist as Yu Siqiao moved closer to her.

With a delicate smile on her lips, Mo Shu leaned on his shoulder and said, "Mengmeng stayed at my place last night and seemed pretty unhappy. She’s probably going to feel wronged when she sees you later."

"What’s there to feel wronged about," Yu Siqiao said seriously, "I haven’t even had a chance to sleep over at your place yet, she should feel honored."

Mo Shu laughed lightly, "Have you no shame?"

"Not at all," Yu Siqiao leaned in closer, burying his face in her neck, whispering, "When can we move in together?"

"Obviously after we get married," Mo Shu, tickled by his breath, pushed him away with a smile, "You think you can just move in together without getting married? That’d be too easy."

Yu Siqiao caught her hand, asking softly, "So when can we get married?"

The same old topic was on the table again.

Yu Siqiao’s heartbeat sped up a few notches, almost holding his breath subconsciously.

The topic of marriage, Yu Siqiao had brought up several times.

Each time, her stance was very firm—she didn’t want to get married.

Yu Siqiao later didn’t dare bring it up at all.

He was afraid she would reject him.

But now he had brought it up again, and Yu Siqiao couldn’t help but say it out loud.

Realizing his apprehension, Yu Siqiao silently scolded himself for his weakness, cursing his loose tongue.

Knowing full well her stance, yet still asking to feel the sting once more.

Wasn’t this just asking for misery?

Yet, he couldn’t help anticipating a different answer from her.

After a brief silence, Mo Shu noticed that Yu Siqiao held her even tighter, his chest pressed against her back.

She could feel his heart beating.

With a slight upward curl of her lips, Mo Shu turned her head and gave him a kiss.