Chapter 914: He Doesn't Say She Never Asks

“Jiu…” Baili Xia turned his face back toward her.

Ignoring the envious and resentful looks from the surrounding, she saw his lips vividly red and sore, which pained her heart.

She couldn’t help but reach out to gently caress Mu Xiaojiu’s slightly swollen lips.

“You can’t eat spicy, so why force yourself?” Look, even your lips have gone this way, not to mention your throat.

He is the high and mighty Mr.

Xiaojiu, invincible under heaven!

Who would dare let him suffer any grievances?

But why must he put himself through this misery?

“Don’t eat, or you’ll have a stomach ache later.” Mu Xiaojiu pulled her closer and adjusted his glasses.

“Girl, are you full, how about going to see a movie?

I want to take off my glasses.”

“…”

Could she say that wasn’t okay?

Uncle was so uncomfortable he wished he could tear off those sunglasses and smash them, yet he still sought her opinion.

If she refused again, she’d feel inhuman.

…

In the movie theater, the scene was so lively that Baili Xia felt embarrassingly bashful even when recalling it.

However, as soon as they sat down and the lights dimmed, the moment Mu Xiaojiu immediately took off his glasses warmed her heart immensely.

He was truly suffering madly, unaccustomed to wearing glasses for hours on end, even his nose bridge must be tired.

Just for a date with her, he was willing to endure these tortures.

Just for that, no matter what excessive things he did to her, it was forgivable.

This man, sometimes, could be very adorable indeed.

The taxi drove along the mountain road, Baili Xia looked down at the man resting on her lap, her heart completely filled with a feeling called happiness.

How tired must he have been?

He had asked if he could sleep for a while and, upon her nod, had fallen asleep in just ten seconds.

Because today was a “date,” this guy had checked some “dating secrets” from somewhere, saying that during a date, one should listen to the woman.

Otherwise, it would be a man’s failure.

So, all day, he mostly just listened to her.

Even sleeping, he had asked her before resting his head on her lap and drifting off.

This Uncle, so different from the usual Uncle, was like a completely different person.

He was still naive and ignorant about feelings, not understanding anything, having so much to learn.

Dating her was like a big boy experiencing his first crush.

Curious and interested in everything about the world of love, and yet so cautious.

She stretched out her hand and her small hand touched his face, gently caressing it.

Her fingers traced his sexy and prominent nose bridge, sliding down bit by bit, softening a certain part of her heart completely.

This man, even while sleeping, had his brows furrowed.

Was it possible that even in sleep, his heart was full of discontent?

She knew, she always had known.

Uncle had many secrets unknown to others, heavy and deep burdens weighing on him, but he never spoke of them, and she never asked.

Not asking, not troubling him, not needing him to fabricate excuses for her, that was okay.

Some unspeakable matters only added to their troubles when questioned.

But what should they do in the future?

Her gaze unconsciously moved to her still-flat abdomen, and her heart began to feel chaotic again.

Was there really a problem, or was she just being overly anxious?

But why then, would the nausea come so frequently without reason?