Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Ha!

The one and only good brother?

Then, what about him?

What is he?

With a frown on his face, Mo Shiting was about to ask, but the girl preemptively hugged his neck, her beautiful eyes, reminiscent of black grapes, full of light, “Brother Ting, you’re not… jealous, are you?”

Mo Shiting:

Is it that obvious?

“If you don’t speak up, I’ll take it as a yes.”

Gu Li said gleefully.

Mo Shiting simply didn’t deny, pulled her arms off his neck, and warned in a serious tone, “Stay away from Count Allen in the future.”

He thought she would disagree, but surprisingly, she nodded without hesitation, “Okay!”

This response instantly delighted him.

Gu Li couldn’t help but ask again, “Brother Ting, now that you know my identity, what are you planning to do next? Will you visit my father at my home?”

At first, when she married him, she really just wanted to save him and hadn’t seriously considered their future. But as the days went by, her affection grew deeper. Moreover, she could feel that he was also interested in her. Thus, she began to have expectations.

Mo Shiting teased her on purpose, “You’re hoping for my visit that much?”

Gu Li shrugged her nose, frankly saying, “Of course. But, my father may give you a hard time.”

At her words, a fleeting light flashed in Mo Shiting’s eyes.

He didn’t tell her that Gu Yuan had already refused his visit. He reassured her lightly, “Don’t worry, I will handle it.”

Finishing his speech, he stroked her hair, “How long are you going to be stuck here?”

When it came to this, Gu Li felt upset, she pointed to the long table beside her, whining, “Look at that thick stack of A4 papers, they’re all the copies of the Diamond Sutra I wrote these two days.”

“Copying the sutras?”

Mo Shiting showed a slight surprise.

This was similar to the way the Mo family would punish their family members. The rules of the Mo family also included copying sutras as a form of punishment.

Upon this thought, he unconsciously looked down at Gu Li, an image of her pitifully copying Sutras at the table surfaced in his mind. Somehow, he found it amusing.

“What are you laughing at?”

Gu Li blinked her eyes, realizing he was laughing at her, she felt irked, “Here I am, so pitiable, having to copy it 20 times before I can leave, and you’re actually laughing? Do you have a conscience at all…”

“How many times have you copied it so far?”

Mo Shiting couldn’t help but ask, suppressing his laughter.

Gu Li pulled a long face, showing the number “2” with her fingers.

“2?”

Mo Shiting was speechless, “Are you a turtle?”

It took two days to write 2 copies, with her pace, when on earth would she finish?

Gu Li defended herself with a sad face, “Each copy needs five or six thousand words, I’ve tried hard, okay? Look, my fingers are numb.”

Saying this, she didn’t forget to lift her right hand in front of him, “Rub it for me.”

Mo Shiting clasped her hand and gently massaged it a few times, then released her hand and stood up.

Gu Li also quickly got up, “Brother Ting, are you leaving?”

There was an undeniable longing in the girl’s voice.

Mo Shiting didn’t respond, simply walking towards the desk.

Seeing him pick up the sutras she had painstakingly copied, carefully examining each page, Gu Li walked over, saying with pride, “Hehe, don’t you find the handwriting as beautiful as its writer?”

Mo Shiting glanced at her, his gaze landing on her face full of “praise me” signs, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He rolled up a piece of A4 paper and tapped her head, “Hideous!”

“Humph.”

Gu Li snorted lightly, giving an experienced conclusion, “If you say it’s ugly, it must be beautiful. If you say no, it means yes. You say one thing but mean another, I see right through you now..”