novelraw Chapter 188 : You’re for Real?
Chapter 188 : You’re for Real?
Chapter 188: You’re for Real?
Liu Rushuang never expected such a “benefit” early in the morning. Could this be the joy of cohabitation?
If that was the case, then she had to come more often in the future—much more often! This kind of VIP content that one usually had to pay to see absolutely had to be harshly criticized.
“You’re awake, Sister Rushuang? Hurry and come have breakfast. I steamed some egg custard,” Lin Mo said with an unnatural tone.
His outfit was actually normal—after all, he was only shirtless, still wearing big shorts below. It just looked like he wasn’t wearing anything when seen from the front.
But just thinking about how he had to “sell his body” one day made him feel awkward. The last time with the massage was fine—it counted as selling skills—but this time was different, this was straight-up selling his body.
But who made it so that he didn’t have a white coat at home? If he did, it wouldn’t have been this embarrassing.
Hearing that, Liu Rushuang narrowed her eyes instantly. “Sister Rushuang? When a man acts sweet for no reason, he’s either scheming or stealing, little brother~ Speak, what do you need from me this time?”
The two had known each other for a while now, and she had come to understand Lin Mo’s temperament somewhat. And she didn’t even have to guess—Yuan Meng must’ve talked a lot about him in private.
So, Lin Mo normally didn’t call her “Sister Rushuang” unless he needed something. When they talked, he would subconsciously omit any title.
Hearing her words, Lin Mo gave an awkward smile, then brought the steamed egg custard to the table, pulled Liu Rushuang to sit down, and said with an ingratiating grin, “Ahem, as expected of Sister Rushuang, sharp as always.”
“Typical.” Liu Rushuang rolled her eyes at him charmingly but didn’t ask what he wanted. Instead, she looked over the dishes on the table.
Egg pancakes, sponge cake, millet porridge, fried eggs, and cucumber salad—aside from the salad, everything else looked quite good.
The salad just lacked chicken meat, so his “thirty years of professional chicken-making” buff didn’t activate, and it looked less appetizing. Still, it was simple enough that any ordinary person could make it by following a video.
“Not bad, breakfast looks so rich, and you even cooked it yourself. You’re being so thoughtful today—don’t tell me you want something unreasonable? Say it, as long as it’s not too much, I might agree.”
As she spoke, Liu Rushuang hooked a finger around the edge of his apron, blinked, and hinted playfully.
Although these were common breakfast foods, it was obvious they weren’t bought from a store—they were steaming hot and clearly just made. He had really put effort into this.
Adding in Lin Mo’s current physical “buff,” even if he asked for a kiss, she might not have refused. After all, this little man had seized her weak point—she really loved this kind of playfulness!
“Really? Then I’ll say it!” Lin Mo rubbed his hands in excitement.
As expected, Professor Mu was experienced. She had eaten more salt than he’d eaten rice, so her words carried weight. And he wasn’t the kind of person who ignored good advice.
“Mm~ Go ahead,” Liu Rushuang said with a smile as she took a spoonful of the egg custard.
And it really did taste great. A faint fragrance and pure egg flavor, simply seasoned but smooth and delicate. The egg pancakes beside it were golden and soft, just looking at them stirred her appetite.
Hearing her, Lin Mo shyly took her hand and smiled. “It’s nothing serious—can I just hold your hand for a bit?”
Liu Rushuang: ???
“You’re sure it’s just holding hands?”
Lin Mo nodded repeatedly, confirming that was all he wanted.
The next second, Rushuang Empress’s face darkened. She pulled her hand back sharply and turned away. “No. I’m furious! Go away!”
Lin Mo: ???
What? She flipped faces that fast? She was smiling just now, and suddenly she’s mad?
And it was just hand-holding! That wasn’t an excessive request, was it? Why wasn’t it like what Professor Mu said?
“Come on, I even put on an apron and made breakfast myself. Show me some mercy, yeah?” Lin Mo hurried to coax her.
He didn’t know why Rushuang Empress suddenly changed moods, but he still wanted to get that skill.
Last time, because of the scar removal patch, he’d missed his chance. But since fate had kindly given him another one, and an enhanced version at that, he’d be a fool not to take it.
The “Rich Lady’s Happy Finger”—he might not need it right now, but he couldn’t go without it. Having it unused and not having it at all were two entirely different things!
Hearing him, Liu Rushuang took a deep breath. Though it wasn’t what she’d imagined, his new skin really was… something. Thinking of that, she reluctantly offered her hand. “Just this once. No next time.”
She said that, but her heart thought differently. Just holding hands? Sure, hold! Hold as much as you want! If she’d known holding hands could unlock a new skin, she would’ve offered it herself without him asking!
Lin Mo’s eyes lit up. He grabbed her hand happily and started the timer in his head.
Liu Rushuang ate one-handed, unaffected. In fact, she occasionally glanced at the new skin beside her, and her mood instantly lifted.
Who said “a feast for the eyes” only described women? Men could fit that phrase just as well—he was perfect.
“By the way, your school’s about to go on break, right? Have you decided where to go for National Day?” Liu Rushuang asked while eating.
It was Thursday, the 27th of the month. In three days, next Monday, it would be October 1st—National Day—and with Mid-Autumn Festival combined, it would be at least a nine-day holiday. Since it was also peak travel season, her company was arranging time off too.
That’s why she wanted to ask Lin Mo about his plans. If he was traveling, maybe they could go together.
Lin Mo shook his head. “Probably the same as every year—going home with my cousin. I didn’t go back during summer vacation, so I definitely should this time.”
Recently, his mom had called several times to ask if he’d be coming home. She didn’t say it outright, but Lin Mo knew—it was because she missed him.
He just didn’t know if his mom would even recognize him now. The thought alone gave him a headache.
“I see. That’s a pity. Holidays are meant for fun. I was thinking of taking you along—hey? Why are your fingers moving around?” Liu Rushuang suddenly noticed her fingers being toyed with.
Holding hands was one thing—but playing with them too?
“I just thought it felt a little too still if we just held hands. It’s fine, I’m just fiddling a bit,” Lin Mo said awkwardly.
The conditions in the description were clear—“toying with” couldn’t mean two hands just holding still. After all this time shopping online, he knew how precise product descriptions were. He wouldn’t make such a rookie mistake.
Hearing that, Liu Rushuang glared at him hard, but then remembered the allure of her new skin and told herself—it’s fine, it’s worth it, I’m winning big time.
“I thought you only liked feet, but turns out you like hands too. Why are all your fetishes so strange? You’re too young—stop watching those unhealthy things! They’ll rot your brain!” Liu Rushuang scolded playfully.
She wasn’t angry, just found it odd.
Still, she felt happy that Lin Mo was attracted to her body. If he wasn’t interested in her at all, that would be weirder.
Liu Rushuang had plenty of confidence in her looks—whether it was her feet, hands, or other parts—so while she didn’t understand his tastes, she respected them.
Especially since this morning’s effort was just to hold her hand—it secretly delighted her.
Ah, this damn yet irresistible charm of hers! As expected, little men were still men.
Lin Mo rolled his eyes silently. What did she mean “stop watching unhealthy things”? Even old Chinese doctors didn’t lecture him like that—who was she to judge?
And so what if he liked hands or feet? Didn’t she like uniforms? They were both weirdos—why act all innocent!
Still, he didn’t argue. Best to endure for now. The half-hour wasn’t up yet, and if she got annoyed and pulled her hand back, it’d all be for nothing.
Fortunately, Liu Rushuang only teased him and didn’t press the issue further.
When she finished eating, she felt a pleasant satisfaction. Having a man take care of her really was different.
Her housekeeper made meals and cleaned too, but that was her job. This—this was done from the heart.
“Mm, not bad, your cooking’s pretty good, little brother. I’ll have to come by more often. Oh, and that outfit—you should wear it around the house more often, I like—”
Before she finished, Lin Mo suddenly pulled his hand back, turned, and walked straight into the bedroom.
“Eh? What’s that supposed to mean? I wasn’t finished!”
Soon, Lin Mo came out wearing a short-sleeved shirt, waved his hand, and said, “Alright, finish up and head to work. Remember to wash the dishes. I didn’t sleep well last night, I’m going back for a nap.”
Before Liu Rushuang could react, he went back to his room, and bang!—the door slammed shut.
Liu Rushuang:
“Face-changer? Was everything just my illusion?”
At that thought, Liu Rushuang instantly switched into her Rushuang Empress mode. She shot to her feet, stormed into the bedroom, and yanked the blanket off Lin Mo.
“Playing with your sister, huh? You think you can just zip up and act like nothing happened? Get up! Heartless, are you!?”
She grabbed Lin Mo by the collar and glared at him.
Lin Mo: ???
“Hey, don’t accuse me! When did I ‘zip up and not recognize you’? I’m still wearing my shorts! Didn’t even take them off!”
But Liu Rushuang wasn’t listening. “Still arguing? Take this!”
The next second, Lin Mo’s eyes went wide.
“Mmph! Ptoo! Ptoo! You’re for real!?”