Chapter 202: Song Mo, How About I Be Your Little Fourth? No Money Needed, I'll Support Myself

The air conditioner was on in the room.

The temperature was just right, neither cold nor hot, and the bedding even carried a faint milky scent.

Song Mo often found himself puzzled.

An Yinuo was clearly not that young either—a nineteen-year-old big girl—so why did she always carry that milky, milky scent?

Was it her natural body fragrance, or because she drank milk often?

Uh, that's a bit of a hellish joke.

Song Mo rested his head on the milky-scented bedding, about to drift off to sleep, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound.

It sounded like a mouse sneaking out of its hole.

As a martial arts Master, with his Five Animal Frolics having ascended to the Transcendental realm, Song Mo could sense even with his eyes closed that it was An Yinuo.

Not sleeping in the middle of the night—what was she trying to do?

An Yinuo quietly slipped out from under the blanket, her small feet in white cotton socks stepping onto the floor, feeling a bit chilly.

Probably because Song Mo had been giving her a better face lately, so she was gradually starting to get a little bold…

"Song Mo, the air conditioner's set a bit low, I'm cold."

An Yinuo's courage was really growing bigger and bigger.

"What do you want?"

Song Mo blurted out a line without warning.

Seeing Song Mo disagree, she lifted the blanket and burrowed in on her own, but didn't make any extra moves.

"No."

Then she slowly lay down on her stomach…

She took a slight breath of cool air.

"If you're cold, get into bed and sleep."

Then, tiptoeing like a cat, she felt her way along the edge of the bed and arrived at the spot where Song Mo had made his floor bed.

An Yinuo curled her toes together, a little shy on her face—fortunately, under the cover of night, her blushing couldn't be seen at all.

"No good."

An Yinuo simply lay down beside Song Mo and said softly, "Song Mo, I can't really sleep. Will you hold me while I sleep?"

Though rejected, An Yinuo didn't show any sign of disappointment, as if she had long anticipated Song Mo's reaction.

"I can't sleep, Song Mo. I'm really a bit cold. How about you give me some of your blanket?"

An Yinuo got a fright.

Little did she know, Song Mo possessed the ability of Telepathy.

"Uh, um, Song Mo, you're still not asleep?"

She suddenly felt a bit awkward.

Song Mo gave a soft "Mm."

During the time An Yinuo was leaning over, Song Mo had already begun to focus his Mental Power, listening to An Yinuo's inner thoughts.

【Huh? Song Mo actually didn't chase me away? I was all prepared for him to kick me off with one foot, and then I'd cling to him shamelessly again.】

【Hmph hmph~ This is fine too, saves me from losing my dignity again, and might even get me looked down on. Speaking of which, I've leaned over now—what should I do next?】

【So annoying, I really didn't think that much about it. I just wanted to get a little closer to Song Mo, and then as if possessed, I boldly went ahead and did it.】

【Why isn't Song Mo saying anything? Not chasing me away—does that mean I haven't crossed his bottom line yet? In other words…】

【Can I… be a little bolder still?】

【Song Mo has a scent on him, kind of nice—like mint, refreshing, but not as cool as mint. It smells so comfortable, I want to get a little closer.】

Obviously.

An Yinuo was a doer.

And.

Over the course of a full year, countless times pressing her warm face to a cold backside, An Yinuo had already forged a thick skin; things like a girl's reserve had long been cast aside.

Reserve? Can that thing be eaten as a meal?

An Yinuo inched bit by bit toward Song Mo's side.

The activity in her heart grew even more lively.

【Hehe, Song Mo must still like me a little. You like my feet that much—there's a saying, isn't there, love me, love my crow? So he must like me as a person too.】

【Speaking of which, Song Mo has been awake this whole time but hasn't reacted. Besides the fact that I haven't crossed the bottom line he can accept, is there another possibility?】

【Song Mo, is he maybe also a little looking forward to…】

【How about I get a little bolder—merely smelling the scent on him, how could that be satisfying enough…】

An Yinuo's face was flushed red, her heart filled with shy fantasies.

At times Song Mo's cool, handsome face surfaced in her mind; at others she recalled the near-perfect muscles in the videos Song Mo had previously posted on Kuaishou.

Now was fantasy time.

In An Yinuo's mind, there was nothing but Song Mo's figure—his long, strong forearms, his solid, powerful muscles with a streamlined beauty; his strong, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and straight, lean back.

And also…

His strong, powerful thighs…

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Mo threw out another question without warning.

It nearly scared An Yinuo out of her wits.

An Yinuo instantly felt the urge to socially die on the spot!

But!

An Yinuo quickly calmed herself down. What was there to be afraid of!

Song Mo couldn't hear her inner thoughts—so how could she possibly die of social embarrassment?

An Yinuo said softly, "I wasn't thinking about anything."

Her voice was very gentle.

It seemed that in front of Song Mo, she couldn't help herself—her voice had taken on a coquettish lilt.

Originally her voice had carried a lazy, childlike quality, but now it sounded nothing like that at all; instead, it was like some family's exceedingly delicate young lady.

Song Mo gained an even deeper understanding of An Yinuo.

The An Yinuo he had known before had always been that kind of little fairy image—a rich young lady who knew nothing of the world's hardships, and whose brain was underdeveloped enough to be easily deceived.

But now.

He felt that her nature wasn't bad at all; her silly-cute clumsiness was rather endearing, and inside her heart there weren't as many scheming calculations as he had imagined.

By contrast, Song Wanrou and An Yinuo formed two extremes between them—the disparity was huge.

The An Yinuo he had assumed to be full of schemes was actually somewhat simple; the Song Wanrou he had always thought comparatively gentle and obedient had a mind harboring deep shadows.

Song Mo said, "Oh."

An Yinuo let out a long breath.

She behaved herself for a while.

Soon she began making little movements again.

An Yinuo inched her way bit by bit to Song Mo's side, and the milky-scented breath she exhaled landed right by his ear, making him feel a bit itchy.

An Yinuo seemed to have wrestled with herself for a long time.

Song Mo heard her inner thoughts.

【Fortune favors the bold, the timid starve to death—who cares about all that!】

Immediately, a soft body leaned against Song Mo's side.

An Yinuo's face was red enough to bleed, her heart was a nervous deer crashing about, and her mind was a mess.

Just from touching Song Mo, she was satisfied beyond measure!

Her head grew hot, and she started speaking without thinking again.

"Song Mo, won't you really consider it?"

"Actually, I don't really mind that Xia Yu and Xia Rou are your girlfriends—I'll be your mistress… eh, wait, that's not right, you have two girlfriends."

"Song Mo, how about I be your little number four? I won't cost you anything, I'll support myself."

"All you have to do is… hug me from time to time…"

(End of this chapter)