Mo Qingchen had already arranged all her toiletries on the counters and she even found a range of hair care products… the same brand that Mo Qingchen used for his luscious hair.
As she slowly unpacked, invasive thoughts came to her.
"What's wrong?" Mo Qingchen asked.
"What makes you think something is wrong?" she answered, looking up at him.
"You're quiet."
"Maybe I just don't have anything to say. People are quiet all the time. It doesn't mean anything."
"Normal people, yes. Yun Qian Meng? No. You always have something to say… or do."
Qian Meng shook her head and laughed as she folded her suitcase back. "Nothing really. Just thinking…"
"About?"
"What if we get sick of each other?"
Mo Qingchen thought about the answer for a while. "It's a big house. I am sure we could keep our distance if that came to be."
