Chapter 922

Fang Yang was a bit surprised; he had previously agreed with Mo Yan that she wasn't allowed to stay in his room to sleep, as she needed her own room.

But now Mo Yan had suddenly changed her mind, which made Fang Yang very distressed.

Could it be that he had to spend another night with Mo Yan?

No, it might not be just one night; if he agreed this time, he feared Mo Yan would follow him to sleep forever.

How could that be?

Mo Yan was still so young, like a maiden; if people found out she slept in the same room as another man, who would want her in the future!

"No, now, immediately, go back to your room right away!"

Fang Yang stood up and glared fiercely at Mo Yan, scaring her so much that she subconsciously took two steps back.

It was working!

Seeing Mo Yan's subconscious reaction, Fang Yang felt this method would work.

(Wow, Brother Yang is so fierce! She's still a child!)

(Hey! That sounds familiar!)

Seeing Mo Yan still unmoved, even sitting on the bed, he was very angry.

You need to know you are a girl! Girls need to have self-respect, do you understand!

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Could it be that Mo Yan didn't know about these... life and gender-related matters?

Once this thought emerged, Fang Yang felt it was very likely!

After all, Mo Yan had locked herself in a small room for years, and the people she saw were limited.

In this way, Mo Yan's constant attachment to him could be explained.

Because of a momentary fondness, she just kept following him; this wasn't impossible!

"Ahem!"

Thinking of these truths, Fang Yang was no longer so stern; instead, he kindly squatted down to earnestly guide Mo Yan.

"Mo Yan, I am a male, you are a fem... ale. You will be taken advantage of if you sleep in the same room as me, do you know that?"

Fang Yang's earnest persuasion was defeated when Mo Yan pulled out a string of text on her phone.

It doesn't matter, I'm not afraid of being taken advantage of.

This, this, this—how was Fang Yang supposed to resolve this?

Listening to what Mo Yan meant, she should know the differences between men and women, but he had never raised a child, and besides, Mo Yan wasn't that young anymore; how was he supposed to straighten out her thinking?

"Then, why must you be in the same room as me? If your boyfriend finds out later, he might not like you anymore."

Fang Yang's words carried temptation and threats; after all, a lone man and woman in one room, together all day—nothing happened?

Who would believe that!?

But looking at Mo Yan's blank expression, Fang Yang knew she didn't understand what that meant.

"Mo Yan, you've grown up, you should learn to sleep by yourself."

Finally, Fang Yang decided to play the emotional card to directly resolve the issue of Mo Yan wanting to sleep with him.

(Hey! Mo Yan is about to cry! You scoundrel! How could you!)

(Wuwuwu, my Mo Yan is so pitiful, she was scolded by Brother Yang and can't even cry out. Look at her trying to hold back her tears! Are you even human!)

Fang Yang knew that what Mo Yan probably heard was that he didn't like her and wanted her to sleep alone; anyway, that was the gist of it, and Fang Yang didn't want to think too much about it.

The key was the fact that they were living in the same room!

Afterward, Fang Yang saw Mo Yan nod and leave the room directly.

"Phew, thank goodness, she really went back."

After Mo Yan left, he secretly poked his head out, watching Mo Yan's every move until she returned to her own room, at which point he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, good."

"This time, I can finally get a good night's sleep."

To prevent Mo Yan from sneaking in again while he was asleep, Fang Yang deliberately locked the door, determined not to give her a chance!

(This, Brother Yang, why are you locking the door?)

(Yeah, what if Mo Yan has a nightmare at night and wants to find you but can't get in?)

Fang Yang's hand on the lock paused slightly; that was possible, but Mo Yan wasn't stupid—if his door was locked, couldn't she just go back to her own room?

And besides, once Mo Yan knew he would lock the door at night, she probably wouldn't come again.

Simply perfect!

"Alright, alright, Mo Yan isn't stupid; would she really sleep outside for a night? It's getting late, why worry so much?"

Fang Yang felt helpless looking at the fans' comments; if they didn't know better, they'd think he was some big villain.

Wasn't this for Mo Yan's own good?

Such a young girl, if she slept with a grown man all day, there would definitely be gossip. By then, what Mo Yan would face wouldn't be such gentle advice.

On the internet, there are keyboard warriors standing on the moral high ground, and in reality, there are warriors who dig up people's information and cause trouble offline.

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Before long, the argument downstairs gradually ceased; it didn't last long, which was within Fang Yang's expectations.

After all, the two weren't mortal enemies; they just had to make a scene, and that was it. What was there that required a life-or-death struggle?

At night, Fang Yang suddenly opened his eyes; he didn't know why, but he felt there was something he had to do.

But... Fang Yang was certain he hadn't forgotten anything important, but why did he have that strange feeling?

Fang Yang didn't know; he couldn't sleep no matter what, so he simply got up and walked around the room.

This feeling grew stronger, making Fang Yang exceptionally irritable.

"Tsk."

(Brother Yang, not sleeping so late?)

"Heh, aren't you the same?"

Fang Yang chuckled; since he couldn't sleep, having someone to chat with wasn't bad.

(Sigh, this is different. I'm working overtime; I still have work to finish, so I have to stay up late.)

"I see, then hurry up and get busy; I won't disturb you."

Fang Yang felt ashamed; so it was forced by life, no wonder.

With no one to chat with, Fang Yang felt bored again, and the image of Mo Yan returning to her room with a face full of grievance surfaced in his mind again.

"Mo Yan, did you sleep well?"

Fang Yang frowned; he had locked the door, so Mo Yan definitely couldn't get in, so had she gone back to sleep?

The more he thought, the more irritable he became, so he simply opened the door to check on Mo Yan.

"Uh? This is..."

Fang Yang couldn't help but support his forehead as he looked at Mo Yan leaning against the wall outside the door.

Was she sleeping at the door because she couldn't get into the room?

This, this.

"Sigh."

Fang Yang sighed and shook his head, feeling very helpless; if he carried her back, he feared she would just run over again whenever she woke up.

Carrying Mo Yan into the room and covering her with a quilt, Fang Yang returned to his chair.

"Ugh, sleeping is the same as not sleeping."

As soon as the sky brightened, Fang Yang opened his eyes, rubbing his extremely uncomfortable waist, back, and so on.

How could this thing be as comfortable as a bed?

(Good morning, Brother Yang.)

(That's right, Brother Yang has really developed a good habit of going to bed early and rising early.)

Hearing this, Fang Yang immediately pulled a long face, full of anger—a damn good habit.

Who wouldn't want to sleep in?

If he weren't so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep, Fang Yang wouldn't have gotten up so early.

"What are you saying? Did I get up because I was well-rested? I got up because I was so uncomfortable I couldn't sleep!"

Fang Yang went downstairs helplessly and began to prepare breakfast.

After all, breakfast was the most important meal of the day.

"Hmm? Could it be that because I'm not at home, I don't get up early?"