Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 107 shouldn't be considered greedy, right?

"The whole 'telepathic' thing is obviously fake."

In the taxi, Mo Yixia sighed softly, glanced at Han Zhou beside her, and then turned to look out the window with a mournful look in her eyes.

She put her mask back on before getting into the car. Although Han Zhou couldn't see her expression, he could still hear the dissatisfaction in her tone.

He sighed, his head throbbing, and said, "Telepathy is inherently unreliable, but let's be realistic. With so many numbers in a lottery ticket, it would be absurd if we could pick exactly the same ones, right? This has nothing to do with telepathy; being able to pick the same numbers would be called a special ability..."

Before getting into the taxi, Mo Yixia suddenly had a whim to buy a lottery ticket. However, after discovering that Han Zhou wanted to choose different numbers than she did, she inexplicably became sullen and kept muttering to herself, leaving Han Zhou both amused and exasperated.

This guy is really putting on a show today.

"You just don't understand me."

Mo Yixia spoke softly, "In fact, the more complex the numbers, the more clues there are. People who frequently buy lottery tickets usually choose a string of lucky numbers that are easy to remember, such as phone numbers, social media accounts, or birthdays."

When she said "birthday," she deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of those two words.

Han Zhou paused for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant and said with a strange expression, "So that string of numbers is actually your birthday? You're angry because I didn't realize that in time?"

Mo Yixia lowered the brim of her hat and silently turned her head away: "I'm not angry."

Han Zhou looked at her irritably, his teeth aching, and said, "If I'm not angry, why did you suddenly snatch the hat you gave me?"

I was worried you might find it too hot.

Han Zhou wasn't going to believe this guy's nonsense and shook his head, saying, "It is a bit hot, but you don't mind the sweat inside your hat..."

Why should you complain?

Mo Yixia glanced at him and said in surprise, "As far as I know, although dogs have sweat glands all over their bodies, they mainly rely on their paw pads to expel sweat, so dogs don't sweat from their heads, didn't you know that?"

Han Zhou's lips twitched. How could he not realize that the "dog's head" this guy was referring to was clearly his own head...

After thinking for a moment, Mo Yixia continued, "Speaking of this, I've had a question I wanted to ask you a long time ago."

"go ahead."

Han Zhou sighed slightly. He didn't want to respond, but he was afraid that this guy would pretend to be deaf and dumb again, so he reluctantly agreed.

"Why don't you ever stick out your tongue to cool down in this hot weather?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Upon hearing this, the driver in front couldn't hold it in any longer and coughed repeatedly, thinking to himself that this little girl was really too interesting.

"Sorry, please continue."

He took several deep breaths to calm himself down and then continued to eavesdrop.

Han Zhou sensed Mo Yixia's resentment and said with a dark face, "Alright, alright, I know that string of numbers is your birthday. I'll remember it from today onwards. There's no need to hold a grudge."

But this day...

He has a photographic memory, so of course he remembers what that string of numbers is.

"I don't hold grudges, I just feel it's unfair."

"hehe."

Mo Yixia said matter-of-factly, "After all, only I know your birthday, but you don't know mine. That's really unfair to you. I can't stand people saying you're an out-of-touch paramecium."

You're the only one who would say that about me...

Han Zhou chuckled twice: "Well, you're actually a pretty nice person."

"Thank you."

Mo Yixia pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said, "But you don't need to feel inferior at all. I won't mind if you sweat on your head."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took off her baseball cap and put it back on Han Zhou's dog's head. Her thick, black hair fell down, and her profile was as exquisite as a carefully sculpted work of art.

"You don't mind, but I do."

Han Zhou muttered to himself, but it was just talk. There was no strange smell on the hat on his head, only a pleasant fragrance of hair and the lingering warmth of the girl's body.

Seemingly having heard his words, Mo Yixia suddenly moved her face closer, blinked, and asked, "Does this smell like me?"

"Are you never going to stop?"

Han Zhou was at his wit's end with this guy and sighed, "So what if it smells like you?"

Mo Yixia smiled enigmatically: "Do you know why dogs like to pee anywhere? It's because they need to leave their scent to assert their dominance."

"So you're also planning to..."

“Vulgar,” Mo Yixia interrupted him.

Han Zhou sneered: "According to you, your toilet can also be considered my property."

Mo Yixia glanced at him, a hint of pity in her eyes, and shook her head, saying, "I was talking about dogs. Of course, people can't use this method to define territory. I really don't understand why you would have such an idea."

She gently patted Han Zhou's dog head.

Han Zhou: "..."

After a moment's hesitation, Mo Yixia continued, "However, there are aspects of animals' way of asserting their dominance that are worth emulating... Since you're wearing a hat that smells like me, does that mean you're mine?"

She turned her head and looked at Han Zhou with a serious expression, her eyes as clear as water, making it impossible to tell whether she was joking or not.

Han Zhou said irritably, "The reason why dogs can mark their territory with their urine is because their noses are sensitive and their urine smells very distinct, right?"

"Isn't your nose quite sensitive?"

"Hehe, you smell pretty strong too..."

"..."

As the driver passed the traffic light, he laughed so hard he almost mistook the brake for the accelerator.

……

The taxi was heading to a newly opened haunted house.

This was a location that Mo Yixia had thought about for a long time before choosing, ostensibly to "experience the feeling of her heart racing," but Han Zhou felt that this guy simply wanted to see him panic in the haunted house.

This guy always likes to do things that harm others without benefiting himself.

Unfortunately, she will probably be disappointed soon, because Han Zhou has always been very brave and has almost no fear of ghosts or monsters.

The taxi stopped on a street near the haunted house. There were many entertainment options nearby, making it a popular tourist destination.

The two got out of the car. Han Zhou checked the time and originally planned to head straight to the haunted house. He figured that if they came out of the haunted house and calmed down, it would be almost lunchtime. But when he turned around, he saw Mo Yixia walking towards a shop. He followed her and found her staring at a row of balloons on the wall, lost in thought.

This is a balloon popping game where participants need to use toy guns to pop balloons. After popping a sufficient number of balloons, they can win a prize. Han Zhou had played it a few times before.

Noticing that Mo Yixia wanted to play this, he went over and, instead of mocking her for playing a game only for children, asked, "Have you played this before?"

"No."

Mo Yixia shook her head. "I've never been to a place like this before. Although I was freer when I was a child, I still spent most of my time at home reading extracurricular books."

Han Zhou thought about it and agreed. Given Mo Yixia's family situation, going out to relax was probably a luxury for her. He felt a pang of sympathy and smiled, "Would you like to give it a try?"

"Well, but I don't know how to shoot. You'll have to teach me. This is your..."

"Alright, alright, no need to say anything. I know this even if you don't say it. It's my responsibility as a tutor, right?"

Han Zhou arrived at the store, bought some bullets from the owner, and then began to explain the essentials of shooting to Mo Yixia in a very professional manner, from the posture of holding the gun to the alignment of the three points. He even demonstrated by firing a few shots, which made the owner look like he was facing a formidable enemy, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He thought that this was some kind of expert who had his eye on the prize.

However, he soon realized that he had worried too much. Although he spoke eloquently, Han Zhou's marksmanship was really terrible. He didn't hit a single shot after several attempts.

Han Zhou kept a straight face and was too embarrassed to turn his head. Even without looking, he knew that the disdain in Mo Yixia's eyes was probably about to overflow.

Feeling a little embarrassed, he stole a glance at the strange-looking shopkeeper, then brazenly explained to Mo Yixia in a low voice that this was a merchant's tactic; whenever they saw a "tough nut to crack," they would specifically give them some defective guns to use, which could effectively reduce the probability of players winning prizes.

Clearly, he was the so-called "tough nut to crack".

Mo Yi glanced at him and thought to herself that this guy could be very thin-skinned when he wanted to be, but he could also be really thick-skinned. He could even save face for himself like this. He was really shameless.

She pushed the other person's head away, suppressing a laugh, and said, "It's only because you met me that you've managed to get paid. Otherwise, your teaching level would definitely be docked. If you're not good enough, you're not good enough. There's no need to make excuses. Watch me."

Her expression was calm, and the confidence in her words was exactly the same as Han Zhou's before. However, reality soon slapped her in the face. Just like Han Zhou, she missed every shot after several attempts, and one shot even almost hit the boss.

Han Zhou noticed that his boss's expression had become even stranger.

For a moment, the air became deathly still.

After a long silence, Mo Yixia pretended that nothing had happened and nodded in agreement.

"You're right, there is definitely something wrong with this gun."

Han Zhou forced himself not to laugh out loud. Blaming Lu Ping for someone else's fault? This guy is really stubborn.

He had clearly forgotten the way he had just acted.

"Laugh if you want to."

Mo Yixia glanced at him, then calmly finished firing her last few shots. Although she still missed every single one, she didn't seem to care and said calmly, "Otherwise, you won't be laughing later."

"why?"

Han Zhou smiled broadly.

Mo Yixia put down her gun, looked him up and down, and sighed, "To be so young and yet unable to shoot accurately is a major taboo."

"Aren't you the same?" Han Zhou's smile remained unchanged. Mo Yixia turned and walked in one direction, saying in a pitying tone, "I'm different from you. I don't need to shoot accurately, I just need to catch steadily."

It took Han Zhou several seconds to realize what those words meant, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

No, can you tell me what extracurricular books you used to read?
Mo Yixia's next target was the claw machine, something she had never played before.

This time, she learned from her mistake and, in order to increase the success rate, did not act immediately. Instead, she stood aside and watched others operate for a while before letting Han Zhou buy game coins.

Han Zhou had already noticed that this girl was interested in claw machines, and before she could even speak, he had already bought the tokens and stood to the side, the two of them observing how others played.

After pondering for a long time, Han Zhou concluded with a serious expression: "I understand. Playing this requires three words: speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness."

"I'm suddenly ashamed to stand next to you because you can spout such meaningless nonsense."

Mo Yixia glanced at him and slowly inserted the game coin into the coin slot. "Fast and ruthless aside, you're clearly no longer 'accurate'."

After speaking, she stared at the only black kitten plush toy in the claw machine for a long time, then carefully moved the joystick and pressed the button.

As expected, the first attempt failed.

She didn't get discouraged and tried several more times, but all ended in failure. Although she managed to grab a white doll along the way, it was clearly not what Mo Yixia wanted. What she really wanted was the black cat doll.

There was only one black cat plush toy, probably a relatively rare and special prize. Han Zhou watched it with amusement for a while, then asked curiously, "Do you like this black plush toy?"

"Ah."

"Tsk, I thought you girls preferred white dolls, they look cuter."

“I don’t know about others, but I prefer black,” Mo Yixia said with a deep gaze, “because white cannot be stained with any black, while black can be easily modified with white.”

"Why the sudden change to an artsy tone?"

Han Zhou was taken aback, then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. "Black and white... does this phrase have any special meaning?"

Mo Yixia sighed, grabbed the idiot by the collar, and dragged him to the claw machine.

"What I mean is, stop chuckling like an idiot and come help me catch it. I don't want to waste my time."

Hehe, bye-bye...

Han Zhou remained silent for a long time before saying, "Can't you just be more direct?"

"I've already been very straightforward."

He was heartbroken: "Honestly, what you just said had absolutely nothing to do with being straightforward."

Mo Yixia touched her chest for a moment, then gave him a provocative look.

"My conscience is still developing, but it also says that what I just said was indeed very blunt... Do you want to ask him yourself?"

Han Zhou was struck dumb. This guy's lewd words were getting more and more fluent. He pretended not to hear and quickly put in some game coins to grab a plush toy.

Mo Yixia smiled and stood quietly to the side watching him.

Although his marksmanship was poor, Han Zhou was quite skilled at claw machines. He successfully grabbed the black cat plushie in just a few tries, leaving Mo Yixia in disbelief.

Han Zhou secretly rejoiced. He was lucky to have managed to catch the doll, but of course he couldn't tell Mo Yixia about it. Seeing her surprised expression was a triumphant moment for him.

Thinking of this, he straightened his back unconsciously, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and he handed the black cat doll to the other person.

"It's easy, I'll give it to you."

"Was it really that easy?"

Mo Yixia was somewhat surprised and said expectantly, "Then I don't want this black one. White is more in line with my identity as an innocent high school girl. Can you help me catch another one?"

Han Zhou asked suspiciously, "Didn't you just catch a white one?"

"I plan to release it back into the wild."

Do I look like an idiot to you?

"picture."

"..."

Over the next few days, Mo Yixia tried out almost all the entertainment options nearby. She was telling the truth; she had never been to such a place before and had no experience with these entertainment options. As a result, she was quite clumsy in many ways, and could be described as awkward.

This was the first time Han Zhou had seen this side of the guy, and of course, he wouldn't hold back his mockery.

Mo Yixia wasn't angry; she just sighed and said it was because he hadn't taught her properly, and even threatened to deduct his salary.

Han Zhou, of course, didn't care. The morning passed quickly, and the two were walking on an unknown street with many trees and shady trees.

He handed a pack of tissues to the girl next to him and said, "It's almost noon. Your plan to go to the haunted house and experience your heart racing will probably have to wait until after lunch."

"Ah."

Mo Yixia hugged the black cat plush toy and silently followed beside him, lost in thought.

The two actually won quite a few prizes throughout the morning, but she only kept the black cat doll.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat?" Han Zhou asked.

Mo Yixia wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue and replied, "Anything but fish."

After thinking for a moment, she shook her head again and said softly, "No, fish is fine too, but you have to eat it all by yourself."

"Brain tonic, huh?"

Han Zhou stared at the girl for a while with annoyance, then unscrewed the cap and handed her a bottle of mineral water. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "You seem to be very happy."

"Well, I'm very happy."

Mo Yixia did not deny it, and subconsciously wanted to lower the brim of her hat to hide her emotions, but suddenly remembered that she had already given away her baseball cap.

He put it on the head of the guy next to him.

"Just be happy."

Han Zhou smiled and kept kneading the white cat plush toy in his hand. Mo Yixia had won it in a claw machine and later gave it to him as a return gift for the black cat plush toy.

A white cat, a black cat... are they the Black and White Duo?
Mo Yixia stole a glance at the childish guy next to her, and was momentarily lost in thought. Suddenly, she pursed her lips. Without a baseball cap, she had no choice but to lower her head slightly.

"Han Zhou".

"Ok?"

"You know, if I wish I could come back here this time next year, that wouldn't be considered greedy, would it?"

"Of course not."

Han Zhou reacted quickly, suddenly grabbing a low-hanging branch in front of the girl and saying helplessly, "Don't walk with your head down, or you'll get scratched."

The two walked into the shade of the trees.

Mo Yixia turned to look at him. The sunlight was cut into dappled silhouettes by the branches and leaves overhead, cascading down on him.

The shade of the trees wasn't dense, and the light wasn't dim, but everything on the surrounding streets gradually became blurry, except for the figure of this guy.

I don't know when it started, but it seems like I can't find anything annoying about this guy anymore...

The girl tilted her head to one side and asked casually, "If I wished you were here too, would that be considered greedy?"

"Of course not, you can make any wish you want."

"Because today is your birthday."

The guy I didn't dislike stretched, his smile bright, and his tone gentler than ever before.

Happy birthday, Yixia.

The light seemed to suddenly become brighter.

"At this moment, I hope you will call me Your Highness."

"Yes, yes, happy birthday, Your Highness."

As they passed through the shade of the trees, the dappled sunlight intertwined once more, enveloping the girl like a closed hand. The world seemed to become clear again, but still not as clear as the person beside her.

She realized for the first time that this guy was actually quite handsome.

Seemingly realizing something, she suddenly hugged the black cat plush toy in her arms tighter, feeling her heartbeat, which had begun to pound in her chest, with her palm—

She was quite certain that this was what it felt like to have her heart racing.

"I said, is it really okay to make any wish?"

The girl took a deep breath and asked her last question.

"Of course, anything is fine."

That guy was still laughing easily; I still find his tendency to make empty promises without considering the consequences quite annoying.

But... is that so?

Looking up at the sky, the clouds rose and fell, and the sunlight was somewhat dazzling.

Is it because of my mood? The air is filled with the scent of earth and grass, and it even smells somewhat sweet.

Turning her head to look at the figure beside her, the girl's lips curled up slightly beneath her mask.

If anything were truly possible...

So wishing for this guy to stay by my side forever shouldn't be considered greedy, right?
(End of this chapter)