Chapter 51: I’m Sure—He’s Hitting on Me
Nan Xun voiced her doubts.
Fu Mo’s gaze flickered slightly. Instead of answering, he asked, “Does it bother you?”
Nan Xun said it didn’t. Everyone had one or two quirks.
Fu Mo smiled faintly and said nothing more.
After the meal, Nan Xun curled up on the sofa and continued watching the palace-intrigue drama. Fu Mo went to mop the floor, then came over and sat down as well.
Nan Xun had the strange feeling that the moment he sat beside her, the small pocket of air around her became noticeably fresher, the stuffy heat of summer fading away. It felt very comfortable.
She handed him the remote, telling him to change to a channel he liked.
Fu Mo shook his head. “I don’t really like watching TV. You can watch whatever you like—I’ll go along with it.”
Only then did Nan Xun continue watching.
As she watched, she suddenly started to feel sleepy.
Fu Mo smiled and said, “If you’re tired, take a nap on the sofa. I’ll wake you later.”
Nan Xun curved her lips. “Then remember to wake me later.”
Fu Mo turned the TV volume down, lowered his eyes to look at the woman lying right beside him. A flash of searing madness passed through his icy gaze.
Then, little by little, the corners of his lips lifted. Paired with the stubborn, crazed glint in his eyes, the expression looked strangely eerie.
“Ah—!” Nan Xun screamed and jolted awake from her dream.
Fu Mo was still sitting beside her. He immediately asked with concern, “What’s wrong? You don’t look very well.”
Nan Xun’s face was deathly pale. She looked at Fu Mo, on the verge of tears. “I—I just had a nightmare! It was terrifying!”
Fu Mo said, “Don’t be afraid. It was just a dream.”
She hadn’t expected to have a nightmare in broad daylight, but seeing Fu Mo beside her eased some of the bone-chilling fear she’d felt in the dream.
“I dreamed about Bai Xiye—my boyfriend. He asked me if he was handsome. I said of course he was. Then his face suddenly changed into how he looked when he died—smashed by a truck, flesh and blood everywhere, covered in blood. The scariest part was that he kept asking me if his face still looked good. I was scared awake!”
Fu Mo patted her back to comfort her. “Don’t be afraid. It’s just that what you think about during the day appears in your dreams at night. If you stop thinking about him, it’ll be fine.”
Nan Xun didn’t know how to explain. Even if she thought of Bai Xiye occasionally, it was out of guilt—she felt she’d implicated him—not the kind of longing Fu Mo seemed to assume.
But now, she didn’t dare think about Bai Xiye anymore. No matter what feelings she had toward him, she didn’t dare think about him again.
“Sleep a little more. I’m right here,” Fu Mo said.
Nan Xun shook her head. After that nightmare, she didn’t dare sleep again.
But Fu Mo insisted. “Trust me. You won’t have another nightmare.”
She didn’t know if his words had some kind of hypnotic effect, but after hearing them, drowsiness actually washed over her again.
“Then I’ll just sleep for a little while. Remember to wake me,” Nan Xun mumbled, then lay back down on the sofa and fell asleep again.
This time, she slept very soundly.
Nan Xun swore to the heavens that she’d only meant to sleep for half an hour—but she ended up sleeping like a pig. When she woke up, it was already evening.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Fu Mo’s enlarged face—fair, smooth, refined, and handsome.
“You slept very soundly. You even drooled onto my leg,” Fu Mo said.
The smile in his eyes seemed to carry a kind of magic that made it easy for people to sink into it.
Hearing that, Nan Xun shot upright and hurriedly wiped her mouth—only to find nothing there.
Damn it, this man could actually joke with a straight face!
“Did I sleep for a long time? Why didn’t you wake me?” Nan Xun asked, deftly changing the subject.
Fu Mo’s gentle gaze fell on her rosy cheeks. “You were sleeping so soundly. I couldn’t bear to wake you.”
After a brief pause, he added, “You look very cute when you’re asleep.”
Nan Xun’s face flushed bright red. It was the first time anyone had ever called her cute—it was honestly a bit embarrassing.
Damn, damn, damn—was the big boss flirting with her?!
But could he really flirt like this, so seriously? If his expression were even a little sleazy, she’d have kicked him in the face without hesitation. But with Fu Mo looking so proper and composed, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it!
Nan Xun felt she needed to clear her head. She’d just woken up and her mind was still fuzzy—not ideal for thinking things through.
After splashing her face with cold water, Nan Xun came out and saw Fu Mo standing in front of the white piano in the living room.
It was a very ornate piano. Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling right on the black-and-white keys, giving their cold texture a hint of warmth.
Nan Xun walked over to Fu Mo and explained, “The landlord left this behind. It’s strange—something as valuable as a piano should’ve been taken away, but she left it here. And it’s so heavy. I wanted to move it to a different spot, but I couldn’t budge it.”
Hearing this, Fu Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze landed on the piano bench in front of the stand, as if he were looking at something there.
“Actually, it’s fine where it is,” Nan Xun continued. “It just blocks some of the light, making the living room look a bit dim.”
As soon as he heard that, Fu Mo said, “Where do you want to move it? I’ll help you.”
Nan Xun smiled. “Having a roommate like you, I really hit the jackpot.”
Fu Mo effortlessly lifted the piano and moved it to the spot Nan Xun indicated. It was still in the living room, but now the entire window was left unobstructed. Sunlight poured in through the large window, spilling across the floor.
Even though it was still summer, the location of this place meant the house rarely received strong sunlight. The light that streamed inside wasn’t scorching—it was warm instead.
Nan Xun quickly dragged the sofa forward as well. That way, when she slept, the sunlight could fall on her face and body. Just thinking about it felt comfortable.
After moving the piano, Fu Mo lowered his head slightly, looking at that spot. Nan Xun thought he was interested in the piano, so she walked up beside him, looked at it together with him, and asked with a smile, “Do you play the piano?”
Fu Mo nodded. “A little. I haven’t played in a long time.”
Nan Xun thought to herself: me too. I even passed Grade Ten back then—who knows which of us is better.
But she didn’t dare break character. Nan Xun might know how to play, but Bai Mo didn’t. So when Fu Mo asked whether she could play, she shook her head.
“Things like this are too extravagant for me,” Nan Xun sighed, looking a bit dejected.
As usual, Little Eight applauded. “Darling, your acting just keeps getting better. Look at that downcast expression—perfectly portraying a poor girl who only dares to dream but not hope.”
Nan Xun treated Little Eight’s words like a passing breeze—gone as soon as it blew by.
“Momo, do you want to learn? I can teach you,” Fu Mo said, lowering his gaze to her. His voice grew unusually deep, as if tinged with a hint of temptation.
Nan Xun looked up at him—and immediately fell into a pair of eyes as deep as black holes.
Her heart thumped hard. She immediately said to Little Eight, “I’m more and more certain—Fu Mo is definitely hitting on me!”
