“Papa?” I heard a familiar voice and looked up: “Mo Ran…” A flash of surprise crossed Mo Ran’s eyes as he asked anxiously: “Han, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” This form of address felt so special, making my heart race. I wiped my face, realizing tears were indeed there. Mo Ran’s concerned look only made me cry harder.
“Mo Ran, I don’t want to be misunderstood.”
.. wuwu…” Ah, I’m going crazy, why do I keep saying everything I’m thinking? Mo Ran gently embraced me, “It’s okay. As long as you don’t want something to happen, I won’t let it happen.” Does Mo Ran understand my meaning? Why can he speak so confidently?
For several days, I’ve been absent from work, buried under the covers thinking. I poked my head out and saw Shang’s blanket from that day, and I felt like I really missed him.
The rumors about me and Shang in the palace had died down. Since there’s no issue now, I might as well go to work so Shang won’t worry. I got out of bed, put on my work uniform, slung my bag, grabbed the dirty blanket, and headed to the royal study.
When I pushed the door open, Shang was startled. I saw his favorite smile and held out the blanket: “Shang, your blanket!” Shang took the dirty blanket, placing it beside him, “Mm, it’s a bit dirty, but it’s fine.” He smiled even more charmingly, but I was frustrated – is this really a ‘no problem’ attitude? -_-!
I didn’t say much, sat in my usual spot, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the silver. While wiping, I noticed the bananas on the table, “Shang, can I eat these bananas?”
“Seeing my greedy little expression, Shang smiled indulgently, ‘Of course, whatever you want can be yours!’ I didn’t catch the ambiguity in his tone, just happy he agreed. I peeled one and put it in my mouth.
‘Munch munch… Shang! Your bananas are so delicious!’ My eyes turned starry. Shang looked exasperated: ‘They’re not mine…’ I didn’t listen, just kept talking: ‘Shang, got more? Give me eight strings to take home and munch on!’ Shang didn’t think much, called out: ‘Jing’er!’
