After dinner, Xie Yunshu asked the servants to prepare a guest room for Mo Bei and Wei Lingxi.
Wei Lingxi pulled Xie Yunshu over to chat on the sofa and showed her photos of Mo Chengzhou as a child.
The boy in the photo looked about three or four. Dressed in a little black vest, he stood outside the zoo, making a peace sign with one hand and wearing a completely expressionless face.
Xie Yunshu found it amusing. "So Xiao Cheng was born with that serious face."
Wei Lingxi nodded. "Yes. When he was little, you could still make him smile if you teased him a bit. Once he grew up, he wouldn't even acknowledge you, no matter what you did."
In the second-floor bedroom.
Warm yellow light, gentle on the eyes, illuminated the entire room. The leaves of the two potted plants on the windowsill trembled softly in the breeze.
Yan Wen sat astride Mo Chengzhou's lap, facing him. The position made him half a head taller than Mo Chengzhou. His hands rested on Mo Chengzhou's shoulders as their lips met, each breath filled with the other's scent.
Only after a long while did they part. A haze of moisture filled Yan Wen's eyes, and his lips looked as though they had been coated in lip oil, glossy and soft enough to tempt someone into biting them.
Mo Chengzhou thought exactly that—and acted on it. Hearing Yan Wen's sharp intake of breath, he contentedly stroked the spot he had bitten.
He hadn't broken the skin. It just seemed a little redder.
Yan Wen pressed the tip of his tongue against the bitten spot. "Your parents must have registered the wrong birth year for you. You were definitely born in the Year of the Dog, Mo Dog."
Mo Chengzhou pinched