Jiang Qiuqiu watched as the familiar face of ’Black Hole’ was stripped away. The face beneath the mask was surprisingly similar to the mask itself, only every trace of sharp, boyish energy was gone.
And just like that, Mo Si’s face was exposed to the light.
He was intensely imposing.
His untad brows arched high. His round, puppy-dog eyes, which had always had a wolfish glint, seed to have matured; the roundness was gone, leaving them narrower. The long, narrow shape perfectly frad his black pupils. His nose was strong and straight. The man beneath the mask radiated a calm and piercing intensity.
A face like that, an aura like that... anyone who saw him would have to praise him: The Wolf of the Jungle. A well-deserved title.
All that boyish charm was gone. Completely.
"..."
Her affection, like water swirling down a drain, suddenly halved. ’Boohoo... my little wolf pup is gone!’
"This is the real ."
He had taken off his mask, only to find Jiang Qiuqiu staring fixedly at the mask in his hand.
"!"
’Oh no! Why is she looking at the mask? Don’t tell I’m not as handso as the mask!’
’This is a bolt from the blue! And why does Qiuqiu look like she doesn’t recognize ?’
"Qiuqiu?"
Only then did Jiang Qiuqiu’s gaze shift back to Mo Si’s face. As she studied it, a sense of familiarity washed over her. ’Of course it’s familiar,’ she thought. ’It looks so much like the mask, how could it not be?’
After her gaze returned to him, Mo Si, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, asked, "Am I not handso?"
"Oh, no," Jiang Qiuqiu said, shaking her head. "You’re very handso."
Extrely handso, in fact.
"It’s just... I don’t like..." Before she could finish, he suddenly grabbed her hand. She stopped, stunned, and saw him press his lips together into a thin line.
If the face of Black Hole had made that expression, it would have looked a little stubborn.
’But on Mo Si’s face... hmm. Is that a tough guy pouting?’
But just as Jiang Qiuqiu was thinking this, he looked up at her, the rims of his eyes suddenly a little red. Before she could even react, two round, black ears popped out on top of Mo Si’s head.
And just as her eyes fixed on them, the ears gave a little twitch.
He instantly beca incredibly cute.
’And... those ears look so fluffy. I really want to give them a squeeze.’
"Just because I look different... does that an Qiuqiu doesn’t like anymore?"
"No, that’s not it! I was just about to say that I don’t like guys who look too intimidating, but whether I like you or not has nothing to do with your appearance."
"So Qiuqiu still likes , right?"
"Yes, I do," she said with a nod.
The Little Panda’s expression remained serious after getting her response, but where he couldn’t see them, his ears were twitching like little wings—a complete cuteness overload.
"Also, my na isn’t Black Hole. My family na is Mo, and my given na is Si. And I’m not 26. I’m 39."
"Mo Si?" Hearing the na, sothing flashed through Jiang Qiuqiu’s mind.
But she didn’t dwell on that for long, moving on to the next point of contention. "You’re... 39?" ’No wonder he was always saying he was old.’
Jiang Qiuqiu had just thought he was being modest, but it turned out he wasn’t.
39?
"Yes, I’m 39. The Federation Empire classifies people from 70 to 140 as middle-aged. At 39, we’re both considered youths. You don’t think I’m old, do you, Qiuqiu?" Mo Si then added, "It’s like Mo Chengyu, who you know. She’s 35 this year."
"And you call her ’sister.’" The unspoken aning was clear: ’I’m only three or four years older than this ’sister’ of yours, so I should at least qualify as a ’brother,’ right?’
’And if you can call soone ’brother,’ they definitely can’t be considered old!’
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