SFS 803 Strange Feeling
803 Strange Feeling
Lan Ziang called him Uncle Chen.
Lan Bing's footsteps suddenly stopped, and sweat instantly broke out on his palms.
She subconsciously shrank behind Chen Mo.
In the shadow at the corner of the stairs, Lan Ziang was still holding half a carton of milk in his hand.
His eyes widened, his gaze moved between the two people's clasped hands, and then quickly glanced at Lan Bing's neck.
Although she covered it with her long hair, the ambiguous red mark still showed through her hair.
Like a flower that shouldn't bloom in the early morning.
"Good morning, Ziang."
Chen Mo was the first to break the silence, his tone so natural as if he was just an ordinary visitor.
Lan Bing's face flushed red, and she turned around stiffly:
"Zi'ang, you... why are you here?"
"I, I was just going to get a glass of water."
Lan Ziang's voice was a little shaky, and his eyes moved between the two of them in panic.
The milk carton in his hand was squeezed out of shape.
"Uncle Chen...why are you at my house? Last night...you didn't leave?"
These words were like a needle, piercing Lan Bing's forced calmness.
She subconsciously tugged at Chen Mo's sleeve.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, but he held her tighter.
"Well, we talked late last night, so we rested in the guest room."
Chen Mo said it lightly, but his eyes fell on Lan Ziang's panicked face.
This kid is obviously not really stupid.
He must know what happened between Chen Mo and Lan Bing last night.
Lan Ziang's eyes were fixed on Lan Bing's silk nightgown again.
The material of her nightgown is light and thin, outlining her mature curves.
The neckline was loose, and there seemed to be a deeper red hidden at the collarbone.
He suddenly remembered getting up in the middle of the night last night.
I vaguely heard strange noises coming from Lan Bing's room.
I didn’t pay attention to it at the time, but now I think about it…
His face turned pale. So that's what it was.
"Oh... Oh, I see."
He stammered in response, his feet seemed to have taken root, he wanted to move but couldn't.
"Then I won't disturb you anymore. I'll go back to my room and rest."
"and many more."
Chen Mo suddenly spoke, and Lan Ziang's body tensed instantly.
"Have you had breakfast? Let's eat together."
"Ah? Ok, ok!"
Lan Ziang was so flustered that he forgot he had breakfast.
At this moment, he seemed to have pressed the start button, turned around and ran downstairs, his steps were so fast that he almost missed a step.
He stumbled as he went downstairs, and the milk carton in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", splashing milky liquid all over the floor.
Lan Bing looked at his panicked figure, feeling angry and embarrassed. She stretched out her hand and twisted Chen Mo's arm:
"It's all your fault!"
"Why blame me?"
Chen Mo chuckled and brushed his fingertips across her hot cheek.
"Blame me for letting your son know in advance that his mother has someone who loves her?"
He took a step closer, his breath fanning against the shell of her ear.
"Besides, when you hugged me and called me 'husband' last night, why didn't you think that he would hear it?"
"You still said that!"
Lan Bing's face became even hotter. She reached out to cover his mouth, but he took her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
She was caught off guard and bumped into his chest, the hem of her nightgown flying high.
Most of her fair calves were exposed, and her skin was as delicate as fine white porcelain.
The light in the stairwell was a little dim, and Chen Mo's shadow completely covered her.
He lowered his voice very low:
"What are you afraid of? He'll find out sooner or later."
Lan Bing's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst out of her throat. She felt nervous and excited.
She said "hmm" softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.
From downstairs came the sound of Lan Ziang hurriedly cleaning up, mixed with the crisp sound of glass falling to the ground.
Chen Mo and Lan Bing walked down together, taking every step firmly, as if they were declaring something.
Lan Ziang was squatting on the ground with his back to the stairs, wiping milk stains.
Hearing footsteps, he stopped moving suddenly, but his ears pricked up quietly.
"Zi'ang, come and have breakfast."
Lan Bing's voice rang out in the living room.
Lan Ziang stood up reluctantly, and when he turned around, his eyes were fixed on the floor, not daring to look at the two of them.
Lan Bing was already sitting at the dining table, holding a piece of bread in her hand, but her fingertips were trembling slightly.
Chen Mo poured her a glass of milk, then pulled out a chair next to her and sat down.
Lan Ziang looked at this scene and suddenly found the bun in his hand hard to swallow.
Mom's ears were still red, and Chen Mo's shirt collar was crooked.
The indescribable atmosphere between the two of them was like a thin veil that could not cover the surging emotions underneath.
Lan Ziang felt mixed emotions at this time. He had long wanted to cling to Chen Mo, the big tree.
He also wanted the relationship between Chen Mo and Lan Bing to become better and better.
But when it really came to... that step, thinking about Chen Mo and Lan Bing being together... and becoming the closest people.
He found himself feeling very uncomfortable again.
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