Chapter 63: No Shame, Just You

Immediately, everyone started jeering again, clearly very interested in the topic. Pan Sen, ever eager to stir the pot, turned on the microphone and handed it to Qin Mo, saying with a grin, “Qin Mo, no cheating. Everyone’s spoken.”

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, took the microphone, and glanced at Wen Xia. His deep, magnetic voice was indescribably captivating as he said, “Soft and sweet.”

“Hahaha, is there something even sweeter?” a boy in black teased.

Wen Xia instantly understood the innuendo, her face turning speechless, “…”

So, even academic overachievers could have dirty minds.

Qin Mo put down the microphone without answering, but in his heart, he thought, ‘It’s not just sweeter; it’s sweet enough to kill.’

They played seven or eight more rounds before it was Wen Xia’s turn again. This time, it was a question from the girl sitting next to Wang Yaoyao, “Cousin, what kind of boy do you like?”

Pan Sen raised his eyebrows at Wen Xia, half-joking, “Cousin, is it someone like your cousin?”

“Definitely not someone like you,” another boy laughed, giving Pan Sen a light punch.

Just as Wen Xia was about to answer, Qin Mo quietly wrapped an arm around her waist, signaling her to say something flattering.

She blinked and replied, “He has a bit of a bad temper and likes to act spoiled.”

“Oh! So he likes to act spoiled, huh?”

Pan Sen nudged Qin Mo with his shoulder, laughing, “Qin Mo, did you hear that? The person Cousin likes likes to act spoiled, hahaha…”

Who would have thought Qin Mo had this side to him? They all wanted to see what he looked like acting spoiled.

“What do you know?” Qin Mo gave him a disdainful glance and spat out three words, “It’s called affection.”

When the word affection came out of his mouth, everyone was stunned for a moment before bursting into louder laughter.

Qin Mo was always so cold and aloof that everyone assumed he was the obedient, reserved type. No one expected him to say something like that.

Wen Xia: “…”

Flirty.

After playing for a while longer, Wen Xia felt the need to go to the restroom. She tugged on Qin Mo’s sleeve, prompting him to bend down and ask, “What is it?”

“I’m going to the restroom,” Wen Xia said, reaching into his pocket to grab some tissues and tucking them into her own.

“I’ll take you there,” Qin Mo responded.

He accompanied her to the restroom. The KTV restroom was unisex, and just as Wen Xia pushed the door open, Qin Mo followed her in.

The next second, he locked the door.

Standing against the light, the boy looked at her.

Wen Xia: “…”

“What are you doing?”

Qin Mo smirked and pinned her against the door. His deep voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction. “Wife, where exactly is my temper bad?”

With one hand on her waist, he added, “If you don’t give me a good explanation, I’ll use three times the reward from before.”

Though they’d been together for a long time, being in the restroom like this—well, cough—it wasn’t their first time.

But that was always at home.

Wen Xia’s face flushed bright red. In a low voice, she protested, “Go out quickly! What if someone sees us?”

Just then, a knock came at the door. Wen Xia’s entire body stiffened. The next second, her vision darkened, and a warm sensation landed on her lips.

Qin Mo’s long eyelashes brushed against her upper eyelid, sending a tingle through her.

She had no resistance against Qin Mo’s mix of charm and seduction.

Completely defenseless.

“Yaoyao, someone’s in there. Let’s come back later,” a voice called from outside.

Wang Yaoyao’s sweet, soft voice replied, “Alright, let’s wait a bit.”

It wasn’t until much later that they heard the sound of someone washing their hands outside, followed by silence.

Qin Mo straightened Wen Xia’s clothes with a satisfied expression. “Wife, go ahead. Your husband will wait outside.”

When Pan Sen saw Qin Mo and Wen Xia return, he gave them a mischievous grin. “You guys took a while in the restroom, huh?”

Qin Mo placed the items he had bought on the table. “Went out to buy some things. You guys can split them.” Then he took out a can of cola, opened it, and handed it to Wen Xia.

The girl’s cheeks were still flushed. It was absolutely maddening.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he added, “Drink.”

By 5:30 p.m., the group finally left the KTV. It was colder than during the day, and Wen Xia shivered, pulling her neck deeper into her scarf.

Qin Mo looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. “Wife, do you need your husband’s hugging service?”

Wen Xia: “…”

Without waiting for an answer, Qin Mo unzipped his long down jacket and wrapped her in his arms, cocooning her securely. Only her eyes and forehead were visible.

In a low voice, he said, “This time, no ‘fee.’ Your restroom service earlier made your husband very satisfied.”

“Five-star rating.”

Wen Xia: “…”

Don’t be surprised—Qin Shueba had always been this shameless.

Although Pan Sen and Zhao Zichuan couldn’t hear what they were saying, it didn’t stop them from feeling like they were being force-fed dog food.

Pan Sen nudged Zhao Zichuan, tugging at his clothes. “Brother, wrap me up too. I want to see if two people together feel warmer.”

Zhao Zichuan pushed him away with a look of disdain. “Get lost.”

Yu Ling glanced over enviously. “Yaoyao, Qin Mo treats her so well. I kind of wish I were his cousin.”

Another girl, Su Mingyu, whispered, “Yaoyao, do you still like Qin Mo?”

Wang Yaoyao nodded shyly. “I’m waiting for him.”

It wasn’t just Qin Mo who brought a significant other—two other boys did as well. One of the girls turned out to be Wen Xia’s schoolmate.

Luo Ning greeted her with a smile. “Xia Xia, what a coincidence. And this is?” She patted the chair beside her, signaling them to sit down.

“He’s my cousin, Qin Mo,” Wen Xia introduced, sitting down and casually handing her scarf to Qin Mo.

Luo Ning’s gaze lingered on Qin Mo’s face for a few seconds before she uttered an “oh.” Then, as if remembering something, she leaned closer and whispered, “Xia Xia, are you still dating Pei Jun? I saw him a few days ago—he’s gotten even more handsome.”

Despite the hushed tone, someone nearby still caught it.

At that moment, the server placed a dish of green vegetables in front of Qin Mo. The vibrant green seemed particularly glaring.

Irritated, he picked up the plate and slid it in front of Pan Sen.

Pan Sen: “???”

It took Wen Xia a moment to even remember who Pei Jun was—a classmate from the neighboring class with decent grades.

But what did he have to do with her?

“I’m not close with Pei Jun. We never dated.”

Don’t spread rumors, okay? My husband is right here, and he’s listening intently.

“Huh? You two weren’t dating? I thought you were. Back then, you two were always meeting up, and the whole class said you were together,” Luo Ning said, surprised.

Wen Xia, with a strong desire to live, quickly explained, “That was during the school’s dance rehearsals. We only saw each other because of that. I never had any feelings for him.”

By 7:30 p.m., Qin Mo took Wen Xia home. The walk would take about ten minutes, so they strolled at a leisurely pace.

Wen Xia expected that Qin Mo would ask about Pei Jun, but he didn’t. Unable to hold back, she asked, “Why aren’t you asking who Pei Jun is?”

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, looking relaxed. “I’ve already verified my wife’s innocence. Why bother asking?”

Wen Xia: “…”

“Husband, can’t you have some shame?”

She jumped up, hooked her arms around Qin Mo’s neck from behind, and climbed onto his back. Qin Mo instinctively supported her legs.

He said, “No shame, just you.”

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