Chapter 20: I’m Full!
Xiao Mumu, holding the phone with both hands, opened the phone app, skillfully dialed a string of numbers, and pressed the green call button.
This was, of course, not the phone number of Xiao Mumu’s parents, nor her former self’s, but the phone number of her only friend.
Xiao Mumu had a somewhat solitary personality since childhood, and not many people were willing to be friends with her. Chen Luo was her only friend.
“You absolutely must be okay, you have to live!”
The phone beeped briefly a few times, and then a mechanical female voice came through.
“Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later, sorry...”
Xiao Mumu hung up the phone dejectedly and returned the phone to Su Qinghan.
Su Qinghan took the phone, glanced at the number, and asked, “Your family?”
Xiao Mumu shook her head, recalling some unpleasant things.
She said somewhat sadly, “No, my family passed away when I was very young. This is my only friend’s number... but he seems to be gone.”
Su Qinghan raised an eyebrow; only then did she realize Xiao Mumu was an orphan and seemed to have no friends.
She chuckled lightly, caressed Xiao Mumu’s cheek, gently wiping away the tears on it—but this made Xiao Mumu even more afraid, her body beginning to tremble.
But she didn’t dodge either. Otherwise, it would be very painful at night!
Su Qinghan looked at Xiao Mumu, who was silently enduring, then casually tossed her a cup of instant noodles and said, “Almost forgot to give you dinner.”
Xiao Mumu looked at the instant noodles in her arms in disbelief. This was so much better than anything she’d eaten before.
“Instant noodles, hehe, and I still have half a bottle of pineapple-flavored fruit juice to drink while eating... and then a piece of chocolate later... I can eat my fill tonight!”
“There’s a thermos in the bedroom. Go make it yourself. I’m going to take a shower.”
Saying this, Su Qinghan picked up the pajamas from the corner of the sofa and walked toward the bathroom.
Xiao Mumu’s eyes sparkled with golden light. She set the seasoning packets aside and ran into the bedroom holding the cup.
She spotted the thermos on the desk right away, hurried over, and climbed into the chair.
Perhaps because her body was too frail, Xiao Mumu struggled a bit to hold the thermos. She carefully poured the boiling hot water into the instant noodle cup with both hands.
She put the thermos back, used the small fork to secure the lid, and waited quietly—her small feet, as white as jade, swinging in the air.
Three minutes later, Xiao Mumu lifted the lid, and a rich aroma wafted out; crystal-clear saliva unconsciously dripped from her lips.
She eagerly picked up the fork and began to slurp the firm and refreshing noodles; with each chew and swallow, her heart filled with satisfaction.
“Fragrant! So fragrant!”
She had already forgotten the last time she ate hot food—forgotten the taste of instant noodles.
This time, Xiao Mumu was overjoyed.
But...
“Sss ha~ So spicy!” Xiao Mumu stuck out her tongue and quickly picked up the fruit juice beside her, gulping it down.
“How can Su Qinghan eat spicy food?” Sweating profusely, she couldn’t help but feel a little puzzled.
Of course, it wasn’t that Su Qinghan had a strong spice tolerance, but that Xiao Mumu’s tolerance was just too weak—just like her small body.
Even though it was spicy, it was too delicious. She couldn’t stop.
After a long while, Xiao Mumu drank the last mouthful of soup and finally patted her belly with satisfaction, throwing the instant noodle cup into the trash.
“I wonder if I’ll be able to eat it again, hehe~”
Xiao Mumu held the remaining fruit juice in her left hand and gnawed on a piece of chocolate in her right. Her eyes squinted with joy.
After finishing the chocolate, she skillfully lay back on the sofa and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
“It’s so comfortable to be full~”
Soon, Xiao Mumu felt sleepy. The small candle on the table burned out, leaving only her soft snores, the sound of rain outside the window, and the faint splashing from the bathroom...
Su Qinghan, wearing pajamas, walked out of the steamy bathroom and, with a glance, saw Xiao Mumu fast asleep on the sofa.
Her thoughts stirred slightly. She silently approached, lifted the quilt, and slipped in beside her.
Fortunately, the sofa was large enough for two, and Xiao Mumu was so small—like a soft bolster pillow.
Su Qinghan hugged the soundly sleeping Xiao Mumu, feeling the warmth in her arms.
“Little kitty is quite warm.”
She gently pressed the bolster pillow closer, her warm breath lightly brushing the girl’s neck.
The soft, snow-white bolster pillow in her arms, Su Qinghan’s hands caressed the surface slowly and gently.
Xiao Mumu only felt herself wrapped in something cool and soft, and she had to admit—it was very comfortable.
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Early the next morning, Xiao Mumu slowly woke up from her sleep.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw an exquisitely beautiful face; faint breathing sounds entered her ears, making her dare not move.
If she woke Su Qinghan up, it would definitely make her unhappy. And if she was unhappy, she would hit her and withhold food.
But being held like this, she couldn’t move either.
After weighing the pros and cons, Xiao Mumu decided to continue being held like this.
She adjusted slightly, gently moving Su Qinghan’s hand away from her chest, then closed her eyes and quietly waited for her to wake up.
Su Qinghan quietly opened one eye and glanced at her, the corner of her mouth curving slightly.
She had actually woken up long ago—she just wanted to continue hugging the soft bolster pillow, so she pretended to sleep.
Seeing Xiao Mumu’s subtle movements, Su Qinghan deliberately hugged the little bolster even tighter.
Holding her close, her right hand would also occasionally slide downward.
This made Xiao Mumu, eyes still closed, feel conflicted. If she moved the hand away, she’d wake Su Qinghan up.
But if she didn’t, she’d keep feeling uncomfortable.
Finally, Xiao Mumu still reached out her small hand, preparing to push Su Qinghan away—but before she could touch her, Su Qinghan opened her eyes.
“?”
Xiao Mumu quickly retracted her hand, her small mouth slightly agape, and said, “Ma... Master, good morning.”
So she was pretending to be asleep?! Just to tease me? Bastard!
Ten thousand alpacas galloped through her mind—but of course, she couldn’t say it out loud.
Su Qinghan smiled, got up from the sofa, and casually went to the bathroom to wash up, even glancing back at Xiao Mumu.
Xiao Mumu had wanted to get up too, but a gust of cold wind blew into the living room, making the white furball who had just risen curl up again.
“It doesn’t feel as warm as just now.”
Su Qinghan’s departure had taken away much of the warmth.
Just as Xiao Mumu was adjusting herself for another nap, Su Qinghan’s voice came from the bathroom:
“Don’t sleep anymore. Come wash up. We have important things to do later.”
Xiao Mumu suddenly opened her eyes, and memories of last night flashed through her mind, sending a chill through her body.
“It’s still daytime now!” She reluctantly climbed down from the sofa.