Chapter 74: I Can’t Help It, My Mouth Is Craving It
Upon hearing the noise, the people in the internet cafe all turned toward the door. This place often witnessed student disputes, so everyone was used to it by now.
Qin Mo dragged Liu An into an alley next to the internet cafe, then released him. In the next second, he kicked Liu An with some force.
Liu An, caught off guard, stumbled backward and fell to the ground in pain, curling up. “Ow…”
Qin Mo casually squatted beside him, grabbing his collar and speaking slowly, word by word, “Listen to me. If you dare bully Wen Xia again, next time, it won’t be just a kick.”
Liu An, frightened by the force of the kick, struggled a little, his voice trembling, “Did Wen Xia pay you to do this?”
“No. I’m your brother-in-law, Qin Mo.”
Qin Mo let go of him, stood up casually, then kicked him lightly on the thigh. He added, “I don’t want anyone in your family to know about this. If you dare go home and complain, I’ll be waiting for you here every weekend.”
The last two words were emphasized with a sharp edge.
Liu An was a coward—he was tough at home but completely meek outside.
In their previous life, when Wen Xia first brought him to the Liu family, Liu An had snatched her wallet in front of Qin Mo. Later, in this very internet cafe, Qin Mo caught him and kicked him hard.
Since then, he had learned to be more compliant.
…
By the time Qin Mo arrived at school, the first self-study session of the evening was already underway. Zhou Gang was sitting at the podium, preparing his lesson while overseeing the students.
Upon hearing Qin Mo report in, Zhou Gang gestured for him to come in, not questioning his lateness at all.
Once Qin Mo sat down, Wen Xia glanced at him and then quickly scribbled something on a draft paper, sliding it in front of him as if she were sneaking a note: Where did you go? Why couldn’t I reach you?
Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, picked up his pen, and wrote back: My phone died. I went to my grandmother’s place.
Wen Xia glanced at the note and then went back to doing her physics test. Suddenly, she remembered something and reached into her desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of yogurt.
She handed it to Qin Mo under the desk, but her eyes kept darting toward Zhou Gang, fearing that he might look over.
Qin Mo smirked, took the bottle, and casually held her hand at the same time.
Wen Xia: “…”
P*rvert.
Suddenly, Zhou Gang called out, “Wen Xia, come out here for a second.”
In the next moment, with a loud “thud,” Wen Xia’s hand hit the desk, her hand numbing in mid-air.
Qin Mo immediately grabbed her hand, gently rubbing the spot where she had hurt herself, his tone a little lower, “Why are you panicking?”
Wen Xia: “…”
Isn’t it normal to panic when you’re holding hands in class?
Zhao Zichuan and Pan Sen: “…”
We’re going blind from all this.
Zhou Gang walked over, saw the two hands still holding each other, and didn’t seem to think anything of it. In fact, he looked a bit concerned. “Is Wen Xia okay?”
When she shook her head, Zhou Gang smiled and joked, “The teacher called you, don’t panic, I can’t afford your medical bills.”
Wen Xia sheepishly pulled her hand back and got up obediently, following Zhou Gang out.
The classroom was filled with quiet chatter.
Pan Sen poked Qin Mo in the back with his pen, waiting for him to turn around. “Heh,” he whispered, “Qin Mo, I just saw you holding hands with your wife.” He demonstrated with his own hands.
Qin Mo gave him a sideways glance, his expression slightly cheeky. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Pan Sen: “…”
No problem.
Holding hands as a couple was completely normal.
It was just that Qin Mo’s expression was a bit too natural, almost like an old pro at this whole thing.
He suddenly thought of something else. “Qin Mo, shouldn’t you be handing out wedding candy? You can’t date without giving out candy, you know.”
This remark was met with agreement from Zhao Zichuan, who nodded in approval.
Wedding Candy?
Qin Mo raised an eyebrow and lazily said two words, “Tomorrow.”
After class, Wen Xia finally entered the classroom. Qin Mo was drinking the yogurt she gave him. The wind outside blew through the window, causing his clean, tousled hair to ruffle slightly.
He held the yogurt in one hand and supported his cheek with the other, his eyes half-lidded, exuding both dominance and desire.
Wang Yaoyao in the second row kept staring at him.
Wen Xia pouted. Stinky husband, always flirting with underage girls.
She mentally noted the hand-holding earlier, and as their eyes met, she shot him a glare. Then, she deliberately pressed against his back as she slid into her seat.
She then moved the book from her left to the right, drawing a clear “boundary” between them. “Qin Mo, don’t cross the line.”
Qin Mo was clearly displeased with this “boundary.” He raised his hand and moved all the books back to his side of the desk.
Wen Xia pouted, glaring at him. “Qin Mo!”
“Hey.”
Qin Mo responded indulgently. He thought his wife was incredibly cute. Then, he reached over to poke her gently, saying, “I’m sorry. Next time, I won’t touch anything without my wife’s permission.”
A kiss, a hug, and a lift.
Wen Xia let out a small “hmph,” somewhat satisfied. Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, then extended the half-finished yogurt to her lips. “Take a sip.”
Wen Xia didn’t hesitate at all, taking a big gulp until it made a “hiss” sound and then stopped. She grinned at him and shook her head.
Qin Mo’s gaze lingered on her lips. He unconsciously licked his own lips twice, then asked quietly, “Is it good?”
“Of course, Dad bought it for me.”
Wen Xia quickly protected her drawer, then said, “Qin Dog, you’re not allowed to steal my yogurt. If you do, I’ll pull your ears.”
I can’t help it, I’ve got a mouth craving.
Qin Mo leaned closer to her, winked playfully, and said in a smooth, teasing voice, “Give your husband a kiss, and I’ll buy you ten boxes.”
Wen Xia: “…”
Although the others couldn’t hear what the two were saying, it didn’t stop Pan Sen and Zhao Zichuan from feeling utterly fed up: “…”
The next second, Pan Sen shouted, “Does anyone want to switch seats with me? I’ll trade ten packs of spicy sticks!”
He couldn’t take it anymore. This wasn’t just feeding dog food—it was a full-on massacre.
Zhao Zichuan raised his hand, “I’ll trade twenty packs—right now, no hesitation!”
The other classmates thought the two of them were just joking around again and burst into laughter.
Quan Qiang joked, “Panzi, I’ll switch with you. Sitting behind cousin is such a blessing—don’t be ungrateful for what you’ve got.”
Blessing?
More like a torment that would leave you unable to focus on the college entrance exams.
Of course, Pan Sen didn’t dare say that. He immediately grabbed his books and pleaded urgently, “Qiangzi, it’s all yours.”
Seeing how serious he was, Quan Qiang quickly waved him off. “No thanks.”
The whole class knew that Qin Mo had a cold temperament and a slightly odd personality. But aside from that, Qin Mo was a great guy.
When Qin Mo had first joined the class, two boys sat behind him. They kept fooling around between classes and bumped his desk several times.
Probably unable to endure it anymore, Qin Mo turned around and flipped both their desks over.
He was someone who loved studying but also had a fiery side—best not to cross him.
After being teased so much, Wen Xia’s face turned red. She stopped talking to Qin Mo and quietly began writing her English speech draft.
Qin Mo watched her for a minute or two, resting his chin on his hand. “Are you joining the school’s speech contest?”
“Yeah, Teacher Zhou asked me to try. He said it would help me build confidence.”
Wen Xia’s English handwriting was very pretty—if used for writing a love letter, it would look even better. Qin Mo raised an eyebrow and said, “Xia Xia, write me a love letter.”
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