Chapter 539: A Shocking Change
As their hearty exchange extended late into the night, Eleven fell asleep from the fatigue. Mo Ye then stopped and hugged her back to her room to rest. As he saw Eleven sweetly sleep, an overwhelming pain swept through Mo Ye’s heart. how could she still sleep so well and yet have a smile on her face? Would she not be able to smile or sleep well once she knew the truth?
This was once again his own undoing.
He could not sleep the entire night as he looked at her sleeping till the sun arose. Eleven woke up in shock to realize he was sleeping next to her. She almost subconsciously kicked him off the bed but felt her heart slightly stir when she saw his somewhat tired look.
What did he do and went without sleep the whole night?
“You sure slept really well.” Mo Ye laughed as he could not help but touch her gentle and warm face that was comfortable to the touch. “Why didn’t you return to the room to sleep?” Eleven smiled.
“It’s too late, and I was lazy,” Mo Ye smiled.
The two of them lied down and talked for a moment. Mo Ye then hugged Eleven and fell asleep whilst Eleven saw his calm look as he slept and smiled. She then curled in his embrace and continued sleeping. She was indulging him to the point she did not express shock at him climbing into her bed.
As she dozed off, she woke up after a while to look up at the clock on the table. It was already past noon, and she was a little hungry. Mo Ye was still dead asleep as it was too comfortable under the sheets. She was too lazy to crawl up and could not sleep, so she turned around to see Mo Ye smile as he slept.
She had not seen his face for long, and how could she…
She bitterly laughed how she cared and recalled how she suspected him from the onset and wanted to take a look at his chest. She did not dare to think about how Anthony and Mo Ye were related and chose to silently ignore that possibility.
Their personalities were polar opposites. She did not want to disrupt the warmth of these few days, and she also had no opportunity to confirm it. Since the opportunity presented itself, why didn’t she…
Eleven’s heart started to thump faster, and her hands were trembling. Mo Ye did not change his clothes the night before, and his white fleece sweater was still a tad baggy. Eleven was certain that he was deep asleep before she gently pulled his s.h.i.+rt upwards.
Her heart was beating too fast and she could not help but swallow her saliva several times. She lifted his sweater and almost reached his chest when she felt somebody grab her hands. Eleven was shocked and felt like she was caught in the act while she looked into his eyes.
Mo Ye looked on at Eleven with a gaze that was seemingly happy as he held her hands and kissed the side of her lips. “Little Seven, are you… teasing me?” He gently smiled.
Eleven was panicking whilst she shook her head like a rock drummer. How could she be?
“Then why is dearest Little Seven taking my clothes off?” Mo Ye’s gaze became even happier.
“When did I take off your clothes?” Eleven felt her face turn warm. Uh… it was more like him taking off her clothes. She, however, had absolutely no improper designs on him. F***, what was as a serious issue became even more… sensual.
This d.a.m.n Anthony.
Eleven stared at him and could not stand his teasing look. Just as she was about to lift the sheets and scoot, Mo Ye caught her by the waist and gently held her onto the bed while he rolled over and pinned her pet.i.te frame down as he smiled like an a**hole. “Little Seven, you could have told me that you wanted to see my figure and I would have taken my clothes off for you… personally. I know that you are easily embarra.s.sed, so yeah. If you want to take your clothes, I’ll be more than happy to oblige. After all, we are…”
“Oh, shut up!” Eleven covered his mouth as she became embarra.s.sed by his rambling. Mo Ye took the chance and kissed her palms and ran his warm tongue across her hand as he kissed her. Eleven, as though she was on fire, quickly retracted her hands and utterly regretted what she did. Why did she, of all things, try to take off his clothes…
“You’re so adorable.” Mo Ye gently smiled and kissed her hard on her lips.
Eleven hit his shoulders in frustration for a moment before she kicked a much bigger him off her. “Go prepare food, I’m hungry!” She ordered him embarra.s.singly.
If she messed about on the bed with him, he would either do her or she would die from embarra.s.sment. She ought to quickly chase him off the bed.
Mo Ye smiled and seemingly bowed to her. “Yes, madam!” He teased.
Eleven felt her face warm and hid in her blanket again like a timid and lovable woman. Shew went back being the scaredy-cat she was.
The day pa.s.sed peacefully and calmly.
The next day, Mr. Kurt and Mrs. Kurt would be home by the afternoon. Mo Ye and Eleven made plans to go fis.h.i.+ng in the morning and headed out as they took their tools. The snowstorm had stopped today, and the sun had a warmth to it. While the air was still cold, it was much better than the previous days.
Like typical loves, they bickered and teased each other until they reached the river. Mo Ye was responsible for hacking the ice, and Eleven had him get up and directly hacked at the ice with her own hands. Mo Ye stopped her and said, “What are you doing?”
Eleven was taken aback and she suddenly remembered how people would react if they saw her bizarre powers? Was there anybody who hacked at the ice with their bare hands?
While she would definitely break the ice with her hands, would Anthony see her as some monster?
“Please do,” Eleven gave Mo Ye an inviting pose with smiling eyes as she had Mo Ye hack away at the ice with tools. Mo Ye stared at her and had her back away while he got down to hacking away at the ice. A small piece of ice was hacked away in no time.
Eleven then scooted over, and the two of them knelt in the snow and talked for a moment before the fish gathered. While some small fish gathered at the start, Eleven had Mo Ye wait a moment when he wanted to catch the fish.
As Mo Ye’s fis.h.i.+ng experience was not as good as Eleven’s, he obeyed Eleven. As a gust of wind blew by, he helped her adjust her scarf.
As time gradually pa.s.sed, some bigger fish came over and Eleven gave the go-ahead for Mo Ye to catch the fish. Mo Ye rolled up his sleeves and wore his gloves and reached down the fish. While his fingers were not as flexible with the gloves on, he did not catch as easily as before and took much more time.
The two of them eventually managed to catch tens of fish. Eleven put the smaller fish back into the river and the two headed back with their loot.
“If you are marooned in the wild in the future, you will be able to survive.” Eleven laughed. She remembered him saying that he did not know how to fish initially but became proficient after a few times.
It was indeed hard to come by.
“I do not want to be in this winter land alone. I must at least hug my beloved Little Seven.” Mo Ye laughed as he held his fis.h.i.+ng tools with one hand and hugged Eleven with the other. He was satisfied.
He really liked these simple and happy days.
“How shameless of you, I’m not going to endure this cold with you,” Eleven broke free of him as she laughed and sprinted a few steps forward. Mo Ye chased her from the back and they frolicked until they reached home.
While young men were skiing and cheering in the distance, the two of them did not notice a figure on the chilling wind that looked at them viciously…
Mo Ye… Mo Ye…
How dare you…
Meng Lianying clenched her hands. She was not extremely well-dressed and did not seem to fear the cold. Her long hair was not pinned up and lay behind her shoulders. Her pale face had a terrifying madness to it.
Zero had told her the day before that Eleven was indeed in Russia, AND on the mountaintop. He received the information once Zero entered Russia as he was certain that Meng Lianying would ask about Eleven and hence took to gathering formation about Eleven.
Little did Meng Lianying expect to see them frolicking and getting intimate with each other on the mountaintop. Given Eleven’s pride, she could never forgive Mo Ye for what had happened and reconcile with him.
The two of them seemed to be wearing masks, and it seemed as though she did not know what was going on. If she knew, she definitely would not be on as good terms as Mo Ye… To think she could laugh this heartily!
Meng Lianying almost snapped her phone in two. How could she…
And Mo Ye was smiling happily too. Having spent five years with him, she could count the number of times he smiled with her hands, let alone how heartily he laughed with that indulgent and doting gaze.
It was as though that girl was his world, his everything, his precious.
This gentleness that she had yet to experience left her heart aching.
She always thought that Mo Ye was unromantic, and did not mind the lack of s.e.xual pa.s.sion between them. She thought that this was his character and quietly condoned it. But it turned out that he was not what she made him out to be. Even the coldest of men had their adorable side and could smile extremely heartily. She was just not the subject of his affections…
She hated it, and her gaze – as though it was laced with poison – became cold and terrifying.
She bit her lip until it almost bled.
She was drowning in pain, indignation, and anger. Desperation and madness utterly overwhelmed her.
She was unwilling to see them this happy.
She had nothing. Everything she had was taken away from her, and just why could they be this fortunate and happy?
Eleven, he belongs to me! You can dream of taking him away!
Meng Lianying coldly laughed in the snow and sent a few young men scurrying as far as they could from her.
“She’s like a psycho.”
“Yes, how terrifying indeed.”
…
Mo Ye and Eleven returned to the house and started processing their loot for the day. They wanted to prepare an extremely sumptuous dinner for Mr. and Mrs. Kurt when they returned to welcome them home.
Mo Ye and Eleven extremely doted on these two adorable and kind elderly. Eleven was especially thankful for them and she missed Mrs. Kurt as she had not seen her for quite a long time.
The two of them got down to being busy in the kitchen and came up with a decision based on Mr. and Mrs. Kurt’s preferences. Mo Ye happily prepared whilst Eleven helped him on. The two of them, like any couple, were happily busy.
With the ingredients cleaned and separated, the two of them then came out of the kitchen. Mrs. Kurt called earlier to say they would be home by 2-3 pm that day. Mo Ye and Eleven had a simple meal in the afternoon and awaited a feast in the night.
“Steamboats in this weather would make the perfect meal,” Eleven laughed. As fresh vegetables were few and far here, one had to make a time-consuming trip to the city to get vegetables.
Mo Ye smiled and hugged her as they watched the television. There was pitifully little entertainment in the mountains, but the two of them were not sick of it. They sat on the thickly carpeted floor and leaned against the sofa whilst watching the latest Hollywood blockbusters and snacking.
They were not particularly excited from the films since the gunfights and explosions in them were overhyped and not lifelike. These scenes, to people in the trade like them, lacked realism. They were not thrilled by the scenes.
They watched an action flick, and then a literary film. As it was time and they had not seen Mr. and Mrs. Kurt, Mo Ye cuddled Eleven and laughed. “How about another action flick?”
“Save it. It’s kind of meaningless.”
“Not those action flicks. Romantic action flicks.”
Eleven was lost.
Mo Ye blinked. “Don’t we have some PPV Adult Channels?”
p.o.r.nographic films?
Romantic action flicks…’F***! Anthony, you’re a d.a.m.n pervert!’
Eleven grabbed the pillow on the sofa and clobbered it onto his head. “What’s with all this junk in your head?”
“Little Seven, stop! It hurts! Are you out to murder hubby dearest?” Mo Ye huddled and ran aside helter-skelter in laughter as she clobbered him. He, for some reason, just loved to tease her.
“Oh, please shut up.”
“I was testing you to see how you would respond to us watching those flicks together.”
“You dare go on…” Eleven said.
“Okay, okay, I shall stop. You’re such a tigress…”
Snow fell. The two of them frolicked for a moment and then watched some television. It was already past four pm, but Mr. and Mrs. Kurt were still not seen. Eleven was somewhat worried.
“How come they aren’t back yet?”
“They were probably delayed en-route.”
Eleven nodded. Somebody suddenly knocked on the door, and Mo Ye went to open the door as Eleven watched the door. A young chap, holding a letter, stood at the door. “This letter is for Eleven,” he said in Russian.
Eleven was shocked. Eleven? Who? Somebody knew her name.
Mo Ye thanked the young chap and closed the door. He had a bad omen, and he could only think of a possibility under such circ.u.mstances: Something happened to them.
Eleven ran over to grab the letter and opened it. There was only a row of words…
“If you want you to save the Kurts, at 8 pm, the sc.r.a.pyard at the foot of the mountain.”
Meng Lianying signed off on the letter.
Meng Lianying and Mo Ye looked down. Mo Ye had a malicious and insidious gaze.
‘Meng Lianying… how dare she!’
Eleven had a harsh look. How did that woman know that she was here? Why did she capture Mr. and Mrs. Kurt?
She was extremely shrewd and extremely cunning. Didn’t she get a lesson from her five years ago? What was she up to again?
Wasn’t she supposed to remain by Mo Ye’s side?