An hour later, Mo Yi quietly made his way to Alice's room without making the slightest sound, lest Madam Kishin, the daughter-obsessed mother, discover him.
To Mo Yi's surprise, the journey went quite smoothly.
"Knock, knock..."
Mo Yi gently knocked on the door. After just two taps, it opened; apparently, it had not been shut in the first place.
So she left the door open for me? Love it.
After opening the door wide enough for someone to slip through sideways, Mo Yi squeezed inside and closed it behind him.
Why was he acting like a thief?
It was called atmosphere.
Once Mo Yi entered, he found that Alice was not sitting at the desk by the window, reading as she waited for him.
After taking a quick look around, he saw Alice lying in bed, completely covered by the blanket and facing away from him, seemingly asleep.
Did she get too tired and accidentally fall asleep?
"Ahem—"
So Mo Yi stepped closer and lightly cleared his throat, but Alice still did not react. It seemed she was sleeping rather deeply.
"..."
Why did something feel off?
Perhaps it was just an illusion. He seemed to be overthinking things. Although it was very quiet here, this was Alice's bedroom, after all. It was impossible for some high-end black sedan to burst out from a corner and play a tune called "Flower of Hope."
Since he could not wake Alice by calling her, Mo Yi took two steps forward and reached out to gently pat the sleeping Alice, who was facing away from him.
Then—
The instant Mo Yi's hand landed on Alice's back, he found his hand seized by her little one.
Then he felt a pull, as though she wanted to drag him over.
"..."
Alice, what were you