Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 161: Everything Was Within My Calculation
"These days you have to be extra careful when staying in a hotel. Check every corner of the room, especially the bathroom and the area facing the bed. You never know where there might be a hidden camera..."

Han Zhou was checking the room where Mo Yixia would be staying tonight.

Following Uncle Gu's previous advice, he carefully inspected the room but found nothing unusual.

That was to be expected. After all, so much money wasn't spent for nothing. This hotel is of a very high standard, so it's unlikely that there are any hidden cameras. He checked carefully mainly to put his mind at ease.

"You seem to have a lot of experience booking hotel rooms."

Just then, Mo Yixia's calm voice sounded behind him.

"I can't afford such an expensive hotel, but haven't I stayed in ordinary hotels a few times already?" Han Zhou said irritably.

"It has nothing to do with the price. Generally speaking, men don't care too much about whether there are cameras in hotels. It's usually women who care about this, or when a man and a woman are staying together."

After a pause, Mo Yixia said unhurriedly, "Of course, there is a probability of situations involving one man and multiple women, one woman and multiple men, or multiple men and multiple women. However, so many people living in the same room may not care about cameras, and it is even possible that they bring their own cameras... So which situation do you fall into?"

No, could you explain in detail why it needs to have a built-in camera...?

Han Zhou's lips twitched. Although he had been Mo Yixia's teacher, he still didn't understand how this guy had developed such a broad range of knowledge.

However, faced with this question, he inexplicably felt a little guilty. Without turning around, he pretended to be calm and replied, "We are currently in a situation where there is only one man and one woman. Is there anything strange about me checking the room for you?"

"is it?"

Mo Yixia clicked her tongue, but didn't press the matter further.

Han Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and sat down next to the girl, picked up the backpack and began to examine it. Mo Yixia would definitely need to change clothes tomorrow, and if the zipper still couldn't be opened tonight, then he would have no choice but to force it open.

After studying it for a while, he guessed that the zipper was stuck by something, probably a loose thread or something. Just as he was thinking about how to fix it, he turned his head and saw Mo Yixia next to him touching her wrist and deep in thought.

He couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Take the pulse."

"Do you know how to do this?"

Han Zhou was filled with respect. He knew that Mo Yixia had a strong learning ability and there was almost no skill she couldn't master; it just depended on whether she wanted to learn it or not, so he didn't have too many doubts.

"I know a little."

Whether it was on a whim or not, Mo Yixia suddenly turned to look at him and asked, "Want me to take your pulse?"

Seeing her make this request out of the blue, Han Zhou became somewhat suspicious and asked warily, "Are you really sure you can do it?"

"Of course, but the pulse I take may not be accurate. Just listen to it casually, there's no need to take it seriously."

"Okay, which hand?"

"Either hand or left hand, I'll go with the left."

With a skeptical mind, Han Zhou tentatively extended his left hand.

Mo Yixia didn't cause any trouble. She silently placed her hand on his wrist, lowered her eyes in thought, and it actually looked quite convincing.

"How about it?"

"Are you nervous right now?" Mo Yixia asked instead of answering. "This is a very important question."

"I'm not nervous at all," Han Zhou said calmly.

"Just don't be nervous."

Mo Yixia nodded thoughtfully, still pressing Han Zhou's pulse, and said, "The pulse on the cun side is weak and superficial, and when pressed hard, it is powerless; the pulse is rapid, weak, and slow..."

This sounds quite sophisticated… Han Zhou was intrigued and said, “I don’t understand any of this. Just give me the conclusion.”

Mo Yixia looked up at him, then lowered her head and fell into a long silence.

For most patients, the most frightening situation is when the doctor asks about their symptoms and remains silent with a stern face. However, Han Zhou is well aware of his own condition; at least he is very healthy now. He is very curious about what kind of tricks Mo Yixia can come up with.

"You are talking."

Seeing that Mo Yixia remained silent, Han Zhou had no choice but to take out his phone and start searching himself.

"Let me see, the pulse at the cun position is weak and superficial, and it's powerless when pressed hard... Isn't this kidney deficiency?!"

Han Zhou's lips twitched. He should have known this guy wasn't up to any good and was always trying to find ways to slander him.

Mo Yixia then looked up at him and said casually, "I told you my pulse reading wasn't accurate, you can just listen to it casually. However, judging from your previous behavior, we can't rule out that possibility."

Han Zhou ignored her, even though she seemed to be taking her own pulse at the moment.

Mo Yixia stared at him: "Aren't you curious about what my pulse is like?"

"Not curious."

Han replied irritably, then looked down and continued fiddling with his backpack. It was obvious that this guy had another trap waiting for him.

Aren't you curious?

"Not curious."

"You're curious."

"Not curious."

"You don't care about me at all."

"Ah."

"Even such a small thing... you..."

"Okay, okay, I'm curious, alright?"

Han Zhou felt a headache coming on; he really couldn't do anything with this guy. "Go on, I'm listening."

Mo Yixia was satisfied and said, "The pulse is smooth and flowing, like pearls rolling on a jade plate. This is my pulse."

"It sounds much stronger than the pulse of someone with kidney deficiency..." Han Zhou muttered, then asked cooperatively, "So what does this pulse mean?"

Mo Yixia lowered her head slightly, her expression a little shy.

"Good...good pulse."

Han Zhou: "..."

"I should have expected that..."

With a sigh, he said irritably, "Are you waiting for me to ask you why you suddenly got pregnant, and then you'll answer that you're an innocent high school girl who got pregnant just by holding hands, so I'm the one who caused your pregnancy and I need to take responsibility for you?"

Mo Yixia remained silent for a long time, instead fiddling with her phone with her head down. Her baseball cap covered half of her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Han Zhou wondered if the other person was unhappy because he had guessed what he was thinking, since something similar had happened before. Just as he was about to speak, he heard his own voice suddenly coming from the other person's phone—

"So I'm the one who got you pregnant, and I need to take responsibility for you."

Han Zhou was stunned for two seconds, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood. He wondered why this guy had suddenly started playing with his phone. It turned out he had been recording a message, and had only taken the last sentence out of context!

"So I'm the one who got you pregnant, and I need to take responsibility for you."

"So I'm the one who got you pregnant, and I need to take responsibility for you."

"So I'm the one who got you pregnant, and I need to take responsibility for you."

"..."

Mo Yixia played the recording several times before sighing softly, "Why couldn't you guess what I was thinking when you should have?"

She waved her phone in front of Han Zhou's eyes.

Han Zhou suppressed the urge to snatch the phone, closing his eyes in anguish: "Was this also part of your plan...?"

Although there was no evidence, he strongly suspected that the guy had deliberately led him to say those words.

"No, I just saw that you rarely answered first, and you were so engrossed in speaking, so I just recorded it on a whim."

Han Zhou felt a sharp pain in his teeth: "You'd better delete this thing right now."

"I do not."

Mo Yixia gave him a meaningful look. "A man's promise is like a bubble that bursts at the slightest touch. How can you leave no evidence?"

"The problem is, I didn't make any promises either."

"Oh dear, someone is starting to deny everything now that they've pulled up their pants, which only underscores the necessity of preserving evidence."

Han Zhou took a deep breath and patiently advised, "Stop messing around, delete the recording right away. Didn't you say your mom monitors your phone? What if she finds this recording?"

He could imagine how interesting Jiang Baiqian's expression would be after hearing the recording.

"Her surveillance methods aren't that sophisticated," Mo Yixia said casually, looking down at her phone. "But are you really that afraid of being discovered?"

"nonsense."

"Why?" "Why... If I really did it, of course I wouldn't be afraid of being found out, but the problem is I didn't do it at all." Han Zhou said helplessly.

"So I'm the one who got you pregnant, and I need to take responsibility for you."

Mo Yixia played the recording again, savoring it as she said, "Wouldn't it be better to make it real?"

She kept her head down, looking at her phone. The brim of her baseball cap covered half of her face, so her expression was obscured, and it was unclear what she was studying. She seemed completely unsuspecting.

Han Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to snatch the phone and delete the recording.

Unlike casual jokes, keeping such a clearly misleading recording poses a significant risk. If it were leaked, there would be no way to clear one's name, especially since Mo Yixia is a high school student. Any rumors that spread could be devastating for her.

Therefore, Han Zhou did not intend to let this guy continue to act recklessly this time, and insisted on deleting the recording no matter what.

Taking advantage of Mo Yixia's inattention, he suddenly reached out his hand, only to find that she had just looked up at him with a calm expression.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Mo Yixia glanced at Han Zhou, then looked down at her chest, and then at the hand he was extending towards her. She said calmly, "So you finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

Faced with this awkward situation, Han Zhou immediately lost his momentum in snatching the phone and sheepishly withdrew his hand, saying, "I..."

"You don't need to say anything more, I understand."

"I understand..."

"So I'm the one who got you pregnant, and I need to take responsibility for you."

Mo Yixia played the recording again, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "So you really do want to make this fake into real, don't you?"

She stood up with her phone in hand and said in a tone that said, "I really can't do anything with you," "Then I'll go take a shower first. Didn't you want to see what I look like without a mask, baseball cap, or school uniform?"

After the rain stopped, she provocatively played the recording again.

Han Zhou could no longer tolerate it. Just then, Mo Yixia had her back to him completely and was completely unguarded, making it the perfect opportunity to snatch the phone.

We can't afford to fail again this time!

Seizing the opportunity, he quickly stood up and reached out to grab the phone from Mo Yixia's hand, but she remained completely unaware.

However, just as he was about to grab the phone, something unexpected happened.

Mo Yixia seemed to lose her balance for no reason, and suddenly she lost her footing and fell forward.

Han Zhou's expression changed drastically. He quickly changed his grip from his phone to grabbing the other person's hand. However, this was far from enough, because Mo Yixia's entire upper body had tilted at nearly a 45-degree angle. Grabbing just one hand was not enough to prevent her from falling to the ground.

In the critical moment, he exerted force with his arm and pulled Mo Yixia into his arms. The latter was pulled so that her whole body spun around. The two looked at each other, and Mo Yixia's expression was exceptionally calm, showing no sign of panic, as if she had expected this situation.

However, Han Zhou couldn't care less about figuring out what the other person was thinking at the moment. As he pulled her into his arms, he quickly leaned forward and used his other hand to firmly hold the girl's waist, thus preventing her from falling to the ground.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You should know that the hotel floor is made of stone tiles. If Mo Yixia had fallen like that, she would definitely have hit her head. Fortunately, nothing serious happened. He stared at Mo Yixia's face, and before he could ask her what happened, he suddenly noticed that the two of them were in a rather awkward position.

He had one arm around Mo Yixia's waist, and the other hand was clasped together with hers. She, in turn, wrapped one arm around his back. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, almost like an embrace.

The fragrance of her hair and body mingled and filled his nostrils. Feeling the warmth of the girl's body and the softness of the body in his arms, Han Zhou's heart suddenly raced and his breathing became rapid.

However, he quickly calmed down, helped the girl up and steadied her, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I am fine."

Mo Yixia shook her head slightly, pressed her pulse, and said calmly, "I'm just verifying something."

Han Zhou frowned: "What do you mean by needing to verify your own safety? Don't you know that's dangerous? What if I hadn't stopped you in time?"

He was genuinely angry.

“I was pretty sure you could stop me in time, so I didn’t disregard my safety.” Mo Yixia was unusually calm.

Han Zhou paused, his brows still furrowed: "So what do you want to verify?"

"Is there a direct relationship between hugging and a racing heart? Probably." Mo Yixia didn't seem too sure either.

"In this way?"

"if not?"

Mo Yixia looked at him with disdain, "You don't even dare to hold my hand, do you think you can expect to hug me on your own initiative?"

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then, as if suddenly realizing something, his eyes widened sharply: "You..."

Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Mo Yixia winked at him.

"That's right, that's my 'scheme'."

Everything she had just done was for one purpose: to get a hug from the other person.

She's taken the initiative so many times, shouldn't this guy take the initiative once too?

This was the thought that came to her tonight while listening to those older men tell their past love stories.

After holding hands comes a hug. In terms of expressing emotions, a hug is more important than holding hands. So if this guy takes the initiative to hug her once, it means that the other person is more proactive.

She is very reserved.

There is another purpose besides that.

"It has been proven that holding hands can increase heart rate to some extent, while hugging causes an even higher rate of heart rate increase."

Mo Yixia felt her pulse and said thoughtfully, "Your heart was beating faster than mine just now. If we exclude the factor of nervousness, it means you should be more confused and disoriented than I am."

Han Zhou didn't bother to correct her choice of words and said blankly, "So you were checking my pulse just now to see my heartbeat?"

He suddenly remembered that when he hugged Mo Yixia just now, she consciously pressed on his pulse when she grabbed his hand.

The other person had done the same thing before when they grabbed his hand outside the hotel, and considering that they had recently checked his normal pulse when he wasn't nervous... it turns out there was a reason for all of this.

Normal heart rate...

Holding hands, my heart beats faster...

Embrace your heartbeat...

So all of this is for data collection?

"Are you using me as a social experiment?" Han Zhou said irritably. "And what conclusions have you drawn?"

"Of course, there were no reference points before, so I couldn't get accurate advice, but now I can."

Mo Yixia lowered the brim of her hat, silently feeling her restless heartbeat, and said meaningfully, "The body is very honest, and I'm sure of that again."

A slight smile appeared on her lips, a rare sight on her delicate face.

Han Zhou was lost in thought for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly, "If we're talking about how the body tells the truth... does your blushing mean you're shy?"

blush?

Mo Yixia was slightly stunned, and raised her hand to touch her cheek, which was indeed a little hot compared to usual.

Oh... Am I shy?

"Is this weird?"

Noticing this, the girl not only did not try to hide it, but instead took off her baseball cap and threw it into Han Zhou's hand, her waist-length hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Her skin was fair, and the rosy blush on her face was clearly visible, making her look incredibly beautiful under the light.

"After all, this is the first time I've hugged a boy, so it's perfectly normal to be shy."

Leaving those words behind casually, she lazily walked towards the bathroom, paused slightly, and muttered something in a voice only she could hear.

"I'm not like some people who can't even face their own hearts."

but it does not matter.

"If you still can't open my backpack after I take a shower, just give me your clothes to wear, I don't mind."

"If you open it, pick out your favorite outfit, and I'll wear it for you tomorrow."

"Oh, and remember to leave the clothes by the door."

Ignoring the complaints behind her, the girl slowly walked into the bathroom with a smirk.

It's okay if he doesn't dare to face his own feelings; she'll force him to.

Everything was within her calculations.

Ugh, after making the changes, I checked and there was no difference. I clearly saved it, but it's cracked. I have to spend time revising it again. These past few days have been just so unlucky...

I revised the last part yesterday. I felt that the explanation of the heart-pounding part was a bit verbose and long-winded, and readers could guess what it was about, so I removed it. I will make some minor adjustments later, but there won't be any major changes.

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