“Ah, a friend gave it to me,” he replied, turning around.
"Female friend?" Jiang Jianhuan's eyes widened slightly as she stared intently at him.
Su Mo instinctively panicked. Even though she hadn't done anything, her current demeanor made her feel a little guilty. It was probably because of her past experiences of being interrogated so terrified.
"Yes, we met when I first debuted. She was also a singer, but we rarely keep in touch." He tried to answer in a nonchalant tone, keeping the other person's information concise and to the point.
"Oh." Jiang Jianhuan nodded and looked away. Su Mo had just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jiang Jianhuan raise her eyes and ask again.
Who is that?
Su Mo swallowed hard. "You might not know him, but he's a niche folk singer. His name is Su Shan."
Jiang Jianhuan pondered for a few seconds. "I know her, I've heard her songs."
Actually, Su Mo had retweeted her Weibo post once before, and it seems there was a song in it with sheet music written by him.
Jiang Jianhuan had just finished work and was returning home late at night. On the way, he opened her homepage and scrolled through it from beginning to end. In the end, he kept playing that song in his headphones.
The song reached its climax—
That swordsman, dressed in blue, wandered far and wide, unknown to anyone.
His love affairs, grudges, and affections are all left behind in the world of martial arts.
The lyrics were clearly not his work, but the melody, with its distinctive personal style, was easily recognizable as his. Jiang Jianhuan only listened to it once before turning it off.
She simply couldn't stand other women singing his songs, which gave her the illusion that the two of them were so intimate that they were practically one.
Su Mo knew things were going badly just by looking at Jiang Jianhuan's expression.
He immediately put down the clothes he was holding, walked over, embraced Jiang Jianhuan, kissed her forehead, and spoke softly.
Are you unhappy?
"You put the vase she gave you in the room." She said sullenly, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt tightly.
“Once a fan gave me flowers, and I only had this one vase at home, so I just left it there without paying attention to it.” The two were of similar height, and when they hugged, Jiang Jianhuan rested her face on his shoulder, and Su Mo liked to ruffle her hair from behind.
He explained gently, his palms moving softly, which soothed Jiang Jianhuan a little, causing her to tighten her arms around his waist.
"You even composed music for her and retweeted her Weibo posts!"
She complained pitifully, biting her lip and glaring at him. Su Mo had a headache, but quickly covered it up and lowered his head to kiss her bitten red lips.
“I didn’t want that piece of music because I wasn’t satisfied with the writing. Later, she saw it by chance in the recording studio and asked for it. She tagged me on Weibo, and I just reposted it.”
"Oh," Jiang Jianhuan replied, but still refused to let go, clinging to him tightly.
"Still unhappy? We're just ordinary friends. Besides you, I've never liked anyone else..."
"I know." Jiang Jianhuan looked up, stood on tiptoe and kissed him, sealing Su Wei's unfinished words with her lips, her dark eyes sparkling under the light.
"I'm just a little sad that I missed out on these past few years with you."
Su Mo pursed his lips, stared at her intently for a few seconds, and suddenly reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms, holding her close.
"Then I'll spend the rest of my life making up for it."
"good."
In the end, they didn't get to have braised pork trotters for dinner because it was too late. Su Mo simply stir-fried two dishes, and the two of them spent their first meal after moving into their new place facing the dining table.
Su Mo's bathroom was much larger than hers. Jiang Jianhuan had stayed here for one night before and didn't feel that uneasy sense of unfamiliarity.
She crawled into bed.
The bed sheets and duvet covers had been changed; they were a light green color brought by Jiang Jianhuan. A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and Su Duan came in carrying a cup of hot water.
"Have you finished showering?" She hid half her face under the blanket, revealing only her bright, sparkling eyes as she looked at him.
Su Mo hummed in agreement, reached out and turned off the light, got into bed, and pulled her into his arms.
"I have to go to work tomorrow." Jiang Jianhuan twisted her body to avoid his hand that slipped under her clothes, while Su Mo licked her ear.
"I want to make love to you on this bed."
"Why..." Her breathing grew heavier, and her limbs became limp.
Su Mo didn't answer, she just turned over, her groan swallowed and slowly pushed into her throat.
"Don't speak." Caught off guard, Su Mo bit her lip, her voice low and husky, a warning that seemed to be rubbed by sandpaper.
Jiang Jianhuan clutched the bedsheets, sobbing and whimpering pitifully. "Gently, gently..."
After an unknown amount of time, the noise in the room stopped, and with a 'snap,' the bedside lamp was turned on. The water placed on the low cabinet next to it came in handy, and the heat had cooled down.
Su Mo looked at the person buried in the quilt, whose cheeks were flushed, who was breathing weakly, whose eyelashes trembled, and who was still recovering from the afterglow.
He smiled slightly, turned the glass beside him around, tilted his head back to take a sip of water, leaned down, and aimed at her lips.
The person lying there was like someone who had been parched for a long time finally receiving rain. He sucked on the man's tongue with all his might, and after he had swallowed it all, he still couldn't get enough and kept trying to get more into the man's mouth.
Su Mo kissed her passionately, drank the remaining half-cup of water, and then fed it all to her in the same way.
Getting up the next day was still particularly difficult. The alarm clock rang for the first time, but Su Mo turned it off. Jiang Jianhuan snuggled into his arms and slept more comfortably.
She still showed no sign of getting up, even after the second and third attempts. Su Mo rubbed her eyes and nudged the person in her arms.
"Jianhuan, the alarm clock is ten minutes overdue."