Rebirth of a Village Girl - Chapter 316
Chapter 316: 106: I always listen to my wife, personally unmasking you_1
Ni Yan stared at him, “Don’t call me wifey.”
Mo Qishen scratched his head, “Then what should I call you?”
Lady? Darling? Beloved? Wife?
These don’t seem to sound as nice as wifey, right?
Ni Yan interrupted his imagination, “Call me whatever you used to.”
“Okay, wifey!” Mo Qishen quickly nodded, “I will listen to wifey!”
Ni Yan: “…”
Mo Qishen then said, “Wifey, when can I officially become your other half?”
Ni Yan replied indifferently, “Once you’ve changed how you address me, I’ll consider it.”
Hearing this, Mo Qishen didn’t dare to tease her anymore, “Yangyang, can I officially become your other half now?”
Ni Yan replied with a smile, “I can consider it now.”
Mo Qishen: “…” Women’s mouths, can’t trust a word they say.
Mo Qishen sneakily reached for Ni Yan’s hand, “Yangyang, can I hold your hand?”
Ni Yan squeezed his hand, “Aren’t you holding it now?”
Mo Qishen curled his lips in satisfaction, a smile of pure contentment on his face.
So happy!
So content!
With their hands locked together, they walked leisurely on the desolate streets, the frosty moonlight casting a silvery glow on them.
Both of them without any romantic experience, strolled hand-in-hand from one end of the street to the other.
They made a trip up and down the normally one hour long street as though it only took moments.
Time seems to fly when one is with the person they love.
Once they reached the Noodle Restaurant again, Ni Yan stopped, “Brother Mo, it’s late. You should head home now.”
Mo Qishen reluctantly halted, he still hadn’t had enough of holding his wifey’s hand. He wished he could stay glued to his wifey all the time.
Ni Yan smiled, “Please hurry back. Remember what you promised me earlier.”
Reminded of his earlier promise, Mo Qishen reluctantly let go of Ni Yan’s hand, “Yangyang, should I walk you home?”
Ni Yan said, “It’s nearly eleven now. If you walk me home, you’ll be really late. Besides, I rode here myself. Go on home, I’ll be fine.”
Ni Yan is not a person of pretensions.
In the middle of the night, she didn’t want to trouble Mo Qishen.
Mo Qishen pushed the bike, “Let me take you home. I don’t have anything planned for tomorrow morning, and it’s not safe for a girl to be out alone at this hour.”
Seeing Mo Qishen insist, Ni Yan gave in. She leaned in and sat on the back seat, “Brother Mo, let’s go.”
Mo Qishen held the bike, not moving.
Ni Yan asked doubtfully, “Brother Mo, aren’t we going?”
Mo Qishen responded, “Yangyang, come sit in front.”
The Phoenix brand bike from the 80’s has a large rack in the front that can accommodate a person.
But because sitting at the front requires a somewhat intimate position, typically only couples adopt this seating.
Before they were in a relationship, Mo Qishen was too shy to let Ni Yan sit in front, but things were different now.
Ni Yan was also sitting on a bike rack for the first time. She was surrounded by a masculine aura, with warm breath whispering around her neck. This felt wonderful, leading to a faint blush creeping up her ears.
Although the girl in front is already his ‘wifey’, Mo Qishen was still nervous.
Thankfully, it was winter, and they were both bundled up.
Otherwise, Ni Yan would definitely have noticed his discomfort.
Mo Qishen tightly gripped the bike’s handle, his sturdy arms enveloping Ni Yan. His steady heartbeat echoed from behind, providing a sense of absolute security.
Ni Yan’s hair fluttered onto Mo Qishen’s face in the breeze. It was soft and silky like prime satin. A faint, fragrant scent wrapped around his nose. The hazy night enveloped them as Mo Qishen leaned forward slightly, all but surrounding her.
To enjoy their time together more, Mo Qishen deliberately slowed down. However, they soon arrived at Jinghua Village.
Mo Qishen was slightly annoyed, why did the time pass so quickly tonight?
Ni Yan jumped from the bike, “Brother Mo, you should go home now.”
“I’ll help you push the bike into the courtyard.”
Ni Yan laughed, “Take the bike and ride home.”
From the city to Jinghua Village is more than ten kilometers. She can’t possibly let Mo Qishen walk home.
Mo Qishen responded, “If I ride home, how will you get to the city tomorrow morning?”
“I can take the tram.”
