With the help of the faint moonlight, Lin Mo could clearly see the visitor.
Beneath the sheer veil, her graceful figure was faintly visible.
Dugu Yan wore only a green gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wing.
Her blouse was slightly open, revealing a patch of fair skin, the fabric swaying gently with her breath.
Her waist was slender, loosely outlined by a thin black ribbon.
The skirt was extremely short, barely covering the top of her thighs, and her legs were long and straight, tightly wrapped in a thin layer of stockings.
The black stockings followed the curves of her legs, extending all the way to the top of her thighs.
Her feet were barefoot, her ten toes as round as Pearl, and her nails had a healthy pale pink hue.
At this moment, she was barefoot on the cold floor, her arches slightly raised, the curve of her insteps beautiful.
Lin Mo couldn't help but swallow hard.
" Sister Yanyan?" He composed himself, his voice hoarse. "It's so late, why aren't you resting yet, Sister Yanyan? Why did you suddenly come to my room?"
Dugu Yan did not answer immediately. She rested her hand on the windowsill, propped her cheek in her hand, and turned her head to look at Lin Mo.
The moonlight fell on half of her face, illuminating her charming smile.
"How?"
She parted her red lips slightly, her voice soft and sweet, "Can't I come?"
"It's been so long, isn't it normal for me to come and catch up with A-Mo?"
Judging from the smile in her eyes, she was extremely satisfied with her outfit and Lin Mo's reaction just now.
Lin Mo coughed lightly and looked away.
"Catching up is fine, but Sister Yanyan's outfit... might be a bit inconvenient."
"Where is it inconvenient?" Dugu Yan stood up and walked slowly toward him.
The hem of her gauze dress swayed gently with her movements, and her long legs, clad in black stockings, were faintly visible in the moonlight.
"I find it very convenient; it makes talking much more comfortable."
She stopped in front of Lin Mo and looked up at him.
" A-Mo," she lowered her voice, "I've missed you so much these past two and a half years."
Lin Mo's Adam's apple Rollout. "I've been thinking about Sister Yanyan too."
"Just thinking about him?" Dugu Yan reached out, her index finger gently touching his chest, slowly tracing downwards. "Nothing else?"
Her fingertips tickled slightly through the fabric. Lin Mo grabbed her hand. " Sister Yanyan, stop fooling around."
"I insist."
Dugu Yan twisted her wrist, grasped his hand in return, and took a step forward.
Lin Mo was pushed backward by her, his calves touched the edge of the bed, and his body fell backward uncontrollably.
He slumped onto the bed.
Before he could even get up, Dugu Yan had already straddled him and pinned him down firmly.
Dugu Yan placed her hands on either side of his head, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, the ends brushing against Lin Mo's face.
"I didn't come here just to chat," she said.
Lin Mo's Adam's apple Rollout, and he subconsciously swallowed. " Sister Yanyan, you—"
Before she could finish speaking, Dugu Yan had already pressed down.
She kissed his lips directly.
Lin Mo paused for a moment, seemingly wanting to raise his hand to push her away, but when his palm touched her shoulder, the force softened.
He closed his eyes and returned the kiss.
Frisk Lin Mo's actions, Dugu Yan Yan's smile deepened.
She let Lin Mo's hand slide down her shoulder, down her back, across her slender waist, and finally rest on her plump thighs encased in black stockings.
The fabric felt slightly cool to the touch, but the skin beneath was warm Limber, and Lin Mo's hand gently caressed it.
Dugu Yan released his lips, her breath slightly ragged, " A-Mo ----"
Lin Mo didn't say anything, but simply tightened his grip on her even more.
His other hand slipped inside her loose gauze dress and stroked her back.
The gauze dress was already thin and offered little coverage; now, it slipped off her shoulders with her movements, revealing large areas of skin.
Dugu Yan breathed slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glistened with tears. She lowered her head and kissed his neck again, leaving a faint red mark.
Lin Mo tilted his head back, letting her do as she pleased.
Lin Mo's hands roamed over her body, from her back to her waist, and then back to her legs.
The fabric clung tightly to the curves of her legs, making her skin appear even whiter.
" A-Mo ----" she called out, her voice soft and sweet.
The moonlight shone down quietly, casting a hazy, indistinct shadow of the two figures inside the room.
Time flew by, and soon it was daytime the next day.
Ye Lingling walked out of her room and habitually looked towards the door of Dugu Yan's room next door.
The door was tightly shut.
She blinked, somewhat puzzled.
At this time on weekdays, Dugu Yan would have already gotten up and knocked on her door to invite her to have breakfast together.
But today, there was no sound or movement behind that door.
Ye Lingling walked to the door and knocked gently. " Yanzi? Time to get up."
There was no response.
She knocked twice more, but there was still no response.
Ye Lingling hesitated for a moment, then reached out and tried to push the door open.
The door was locked from the inside.
"That's really strange."
Ye Lingling muttered softly, "He actually stayed in bed."
She didn't think too much about it, assuming it was just a rare instance of Dugu Yan being lazy and oversleeping, and then turned and walked alone towards the dining room.
Breakfast was already laid out on the table in the dining room.
Dugu Bo sat in the main seat, slowly sipping his porridge.
Lin Mo sat to his left, his expression unchanged.
Ye Lingling walked in and sat down in her usual spot. "Good morning, Grandpa Dugu. Good morning, A-Mo."
Dugu Bo nodded. " Lingling is here. Where's Yanyan? Still not up?"
Ye Lingling looked at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo picked up a small dish with his chopsticks, naturally put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and then said, "Oh, Grandpa, Sister Yanyan is still resting. I chatted with her too late last night, she's probably tired."
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His tone was very calm, as if he were talking about something extremely ordinary.
Dugu Bo hummed in agreement and picked up the bowl of porridge.
But just as the porridge reached his lips, he suddenly stopped, slowly put the bowl down, looked up at Lin Mo, and his brows slowly furrowed.
"What did you just call me?" he asked.
Lin Mo's expression remained unchanged. "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
Dugu Bo stared at him. Lin Mo had always addressed him as "senior" and had never changed his way of addressing him.
Why did you suddenly change your tune today?
Ye Lingling was also stunned.
Last night -- chatting?
Dugu Yan and Lin Mo, a lonely man and woman reunited after a long separation, spent time together in a room until late at night.
Ye Lingling's grip on her chopsticks tightened slightly, then she abruptly stood up and looked at Lin Mo, " A-Mo, tell me honestly, last night—were you and Yanzi really just chatting?"
Lin Mo stopped picking up food with his chopsticks.
He looked up and met Ye Lingling's gaze.
The girl's usually calm and gentle purple eyes were wide open at this moment, filled with nervousness and a hint of grievance.
Lin Mo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only made a slightly awkward "uh----".
He then turned his head to the side, avoiding Ye Lingling's gaze.
There was no response.
Heaven and earth can bear witness that he initially only had the simple intention of catching up and chatting.
Unfortunately, Sister Yanyan didn't think that way.
Besides—it seems she's not as outstanding as she's imagined, otherwise she wouldn't still be fast asleep at this hour.
Ye Lingling stared intently at him.
Seeing Lin Mo's reaction, even though he didn't respond directly, she guessed the truth.
She was struck Bolt Strike, frozen in her seat.
The knuckles of his fingers, gripping the chopsticks, turned white, and his nails dug deeply into his palms.
A moment later, as if all her strength had been drained, her shoulders slumped, and she slumped back into her chair dejectedly.
Aren't they best friends?
Why didn't you say anything and just ran off on your own?
Ye Lingling was completely puzzled.
She looked at Dugu Yan's empty seat, then at Lin Mo, who was silent with his head turned to the side, and a bitter feeling of grievance welled up in her heart.
besides----
I was the one who met A-Mo first.
I was here first!