Chapter 70: So, Wife, I Want a Kiss

After Jin Hang left, Wen Xia handed a tissue to Qin Mo to wipe his sweat and playfully blinked at him. “Husband, you have such an impressive air of authority. And your jealousy? Even bigger.” She tugged at the zipper of his school uniform as she spoke.

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow at her teasing but said nothing. Instead, he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her off the ground. “Husband will take you to see something fun.”

If Wen Xia had known what Qin Mo meant by “something fun,” she wouldn’t have come even if she were forced.

No.1 Middle School had a small grove with trees that had beautiful red leaves.

At first, Wen Xia didn’t think much of it. But as they walked deeper, she realized they were straying further from the sports field and were now near the campus wall.

Startled, she exclaimed, “Husband, are you taking me to climb the wall?”

Qin Mo laughed at his wife’s brain circuit and tapped her forehead lightly, “You want to climb the wall?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” Wen Xia awkwardly rubbed her nose.

If not climbing the wall, then what was so “fun” here? Other than the trees and the wall, there was nothing else around.

Surely it wasn’t tree climbing.

Noticing her gaze shift to the trees, Qin Mo immediately guessed what she was thinking. “…”

“Wife, don’t you think this spot is perfect for ‘doing bad things’?”

Wen Xia: “…”

Before she could react, Qin Mo pulled her into his arms and pinned her gently against a tree trunk. In a low voice, he murmured, “I want a kiss.”

Wen Xia: “…”

“Qin… mmph…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Qin Mo silenced her with a kiss.

A few minutes later, Qin Mo finally let her go. Seeing her lips slightly swollen, he looked very satisfied and leaned in for another quick kiss. “Wife, from now on, Husband will bring you here often to ‘play.'”

Wen Xia: “…”

Play my foot.

Suddenly, Qin Mo seemed to think of something. He pulled out his phone and said, “Wife, smile for me.”

Wen Xia, refusing to cooperate, bared her teeth as if she were about to bite him.

Qin Mo glanced at the photo on his phone and laughed out loud, showing it to Wen Xia. “Wife, your expression is perfect. When we get home, I’ll make this into a meme with the caption: I’m super fierce, okay?”

The photo showed Wen Xia baring her teeth, her eyes wide open in an exaggerated look.

“Qin Mo, delete it now!” Wen Xia, embarrassed and furious, lunged to grab the phone.

Qin Mo quickly pulled the phone back and stuffed it into his pocket, standing firm. “Not deleting it. She’s my wife, not yours.”

“Qin Mo, you stupid dog! Believe it or not, I’ll max out your card!” Wen Xia threatened, narrowing her eyes.

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “Still not deleting it.”

One ran while the other chased, and soon they emerged from the small grove—just as Pan Sen and a group of boys happened to pass by.

Qin Mo stopped running, and Wen Xia halted too.

“Qin Mo, you took your ‘cousin’ into the grove? Why didn’t you invite me?” Pan Sen teased, waggling his eyebrows.

Qin Mo shot him a glance. “Not interested in you.”

Pan Sen: “…”

Well, he wasn’t interested either.

Quan Qiang held a basketball, tilted his chin, and said, “Qin Mo, come on, let’s play.”

Qin Mo instinctively turned to Wen Xia. “Want to come along?”

Wen Xia had nothing else to do, so she nodded.

The basketball court was near the boys’ dormitory. Wen Xia sat on a bench while Qin Mo took off his school uniform jacket and handed it to her, leaving him in just a loose, lightweight black long-sleeve shirt.

Wen Xia had seen him play before and knew he was good. Now, playing against Zhao Zichuan and the others from their student days, he looked even more impressive.

In just a few minutes, Qin Mo had already scored three times.

More and more girls gathered around the court, most of them drawn by the sight of Qin Mo, the school genius.

Two girls sat down on the same bench as Wen Xia, chatting excitedly. “Qin Mo is so handsome!”

“Ahhh! Quick, take a photo!”

Wen Xia: “…”

Hearing them mention taking pictures, she suddenly remembered something. She reached into Qin Mo’s uniform pocket and pulled out his phone. When the screen lit up, it was a photo of her—on the bus, drawing a heart.

“…”

She deftly entered the password, opened the photo album, and discovered that it was filled entirely with pictures of her. Her mood instantly brightened. She decided not to delete any of them, put the phone back, and continued watching Qin Mo play basketball.

Seven or eight minutes later, Qin Mo finished playing and walked over to her. “What sneaky thing were you up to just now?”

Wen Xia blinked innocently. “I helped you clean out your photo album.”

Hearing that, Qin Mo crouched down to her level and leaned close to her ear. “There were thirty-eight photos in total. Wife, you owe me thirty-eight kisses.”

Thirty-eight?!

His sudden cheesy remark caught Wen Xia off guard, and she choked on her own spit. “Cough, cough.” Flustered, she shoved his uniform back at him and muttered, “Shameless. I’m going back to the classroom.”

Qin Mo grabbed her hand and spoke in a deep, alluring tone. “Xia Xia, wait for me.”

After evening self-study, Qin Mo planned to take his wife home, only to learn that Wen Xia was staying on campus.

His dreams of a cozy couple’s night were shattered.

Reluctantly, he walked her to the base of the C Building dorms and handed her a bag of snacks. “Go on up. If anything comes up, call me.”

“Okay.” Wen Xia glanced around at the passing students and tugged at Qin Mo’s coat. “Goodnight, Husband.”

“Goodnight, Wife.” Qin Mo reached out and pinched her cheek.

Wen Xia was staying in Room 206 with girls from her class—eight people in total, just enough for the dorm.

“Xia Xia, you’re back! Here, take this.” Wang Yaoyao handed her a bag of snacks.

“Thank you.” Wen Xia understood Wang Yaoyao’s kind intentions and felt a little awkward. To return the favor, she shared apples with everyone in the dorm—apples her dad, Wen De, had bought.

After washing her face, Wen Xia climbed into bed to work on a math practice sheet. The academic atmosphere at No.1 Middle School was indeed intense. At 11 p.m., when she turned off her lamp to sleep, four or five other beds in the dorm still had their lights on.

The next morning, at 6:50 a.m., Wen Xia stepped out of the dormitory, yawning as she walked. Suddenly, she caught sight of Qin Mo standing at the entrance. Surprised and delighted, she ran over to him, exclaiming, “Did you come to pick me up?”

Taking the books from her hands, Qin Mo raised his brows. “No, I came to pick up my wife.”

Wen Xia couldn’t help but laugh. She blinked playfully and asked again, “Husband, did you come to pick me up?”

Seeing his wife’s adorable expression, Qin Mo felt a sudden itch to kiss her. He nodded, his voice soft, “Yes.”

During the morning self-study period, Qin Mo stood on the balcony discussing something with Teacher Zhou, their homeroom teacher.

Hearing that Qin Mo wanted to move into the dorms, Teacher Zhou was a bit surprised. “Why do you want to live on campus?”

Qin Mo replied, “Because…” He almost said “my wife” but caught himself just in time. “Because it’s too far from home.”

At this, Teacher Zhou let out a simple “Oh” and didn’t ask further. “You can stay in Room 206 of Building A. Chu Zihang moved out to become a day student.”

Qin Mo nodded. “Alright.”

When Wen Xia found out Qin Mo was going to live on campus, she held up her Chinese textbook and whispered, “Husband, will you be okay with it?”

She knew Qin Mo had a bit of a cleanliness obsession—he couldn’t stand anything messy or dirty.

Seeing her sneaky, conspiratorial look, Qin Mo couldn’t help but laugh. He mirrored her actions, holding up his Chinese textbook and lowering his voice. “I’m not used to it. So, Wife, I need a kiss to make it better.”

Wen Xia: “…”

She pretended not to hear him and began reciting aloud, “The nobleman says: Learning must not stop. Indigo comes from the blue plant, yet it is bluer than blue; ice comes from water, yet it is colder than water. A straight piece of wood can be shaped into a wheel when bent; its curved surface will fit a compass.”

Qin Mo raised a brow and recited along with her, “Though the wood dries and cracks, it will no longer straighten, for bending has shaped it so. Therefore, wood becomes straight through alignment, and metal sharp through honing. A nobleman becomes wise and avoids error through broad learning and daily self-reflection.”

Behind them, Zhao Zichuan and Pan Sen: “…”

Even reciting classics, they’re flaunting their relationship.

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