"Who is it?" Su Zhen scurried over and stood beside Su Yan. There was a girl standing outside the door, Su Zhen remembered she was the one they had filmed a television drama with last time. Tang Moshu looked at Su Yan and Su Zhen and smiled sweetly: "An’an, I’ve come to study in this area too." Su Zhen just looked up at her, feeling that they weren’t very familiar. And deep down, she didn’t particularly girl, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what she disliked about her. Tang Moshu continued to talk about her situation, "I live just downstairs from you guys, and we’re at the same school. We might even work together on a shoot in the future." Su Yan frowned as he listened, noticing that Tang Moshu glanced at him from time to time, her admiration unhidden. Su Yan lowered his head and patted Su Zhen’s back, saying, "Go in and sleep now." "I’ll be there shortly." She looked uneasily at Tang Moshu before turning to walk inside. Tang Moshu’s gaze followed Su Zhen, sizing up their house, then lifted her head to look at Su Yan. The smile on her face was different from the sweetness before, tinged with some disdain: "You two are living together?" "That’s our business." Tang Moshu stepped forward, slowly reaching her hand towards Su Yan’s waist, her face bearing a seductive look unmatching her innocent years: "Su Yan, she’s not right for you, besides, she’s so young." Her hand had not yet touched his waist when Su Yan grasped her wrist tightly, pushing her slightly outwards: "Don’t bother us." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel·fire.net Tang Moshu staggered back a step, then grabbed his sleeve with her hand, boldly looking into Su Yan’s eyes which were black with specks of deep blue: "Su Yan, I like you." Su Yan had realized this long ago, but was neither shocked nor moved by it. He pushed her out the door, extracted his hand, and without mincing words, rejected her: "I have no feelings for you." Tang Moshu smiled, her demeanor not affected by his rejection, "In time you will." Su Yan said nothing more, closing the door. He turned and walked over to the desk, packing her books into the backpack, then poured a cup of water into her cartoon cup, and brought it to her room. She was sitting on the bed in a camisole dress, playing on a tablet, and one of the straps tied into a bow had slipped down, exposing her delicate shoulder. Su Yan approached, placed the cup of water on her nightstand—she sometimes got thirsty in the middle of the night. "I told you to sleep, not play games!" Without looking up, she mumbled, "Just for a little while." Su Yan picked up the remote control and turned on the air conditioning before sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet sliding up onto it. Su Zhen immediately turned her head to look at him: "You’re going to sleep with me?" "Awesome!" she exclaimed, dropping the tablet and clutching the blanket to lie down with him. "Move over, isn’t it hot sleeping so close?" Instead of moving away, she entwined her arms and legs around him: "You haven’t slept with me at home for so long." Su Yan pryed her feet away and placed his own gently on her, hugging her to him, "Be quiet when you sleep, if you’re noisy I’ll move over." Su Zhen immediately covered her mouth, whispering softly, "I won’t talk anymore." Su Yan reached to turn off the bedside lamp, and in the darkness, he allowed a smile, contentedly hugging her close. She’s still so young, but he was waiting for her to grow up. Who says they’re not suitable? He genuinely liked her. "Uncle, what were you talking to that girl about just now?" "Didn’t you say you weren’t going to talk?" At his remark, she quickly covered her mouth again: "Oh, I forgot." She then fell silent, snuggling into his embrace and soon fell asleep. Su Yan, basked in the moonlight from outside, looked at her face, lightly brushing away the hair on her cheeks, then leaned in, kissing her forehead. His gaze moved from her tightly shut eyes to her delicate nose, and finally rested on her lips. Her mouth was slightly open while she slept, looking endearingly cute and naive. His hand gently caressed her mouth, the soft touch reminded him of the times he had kissed her on set. It wasn’t the first time he kissed her, but it was the first time he did it so openly. As he caressed, he leaned closer, his lips pressing against hers... More often than not, he did this secretively, to put it crudely, it was indecent. He had intended it to be just a light peck, but the kiss deepened beyond control. He allowed himself to be indulgent... Never had he felt so unrestrained.