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In the hearts of every adult, there was a child who was not growing up.

When Xia Mu was young, he was very fond of fairy tales. The story of Pinocchio was told in kindergarten. She remembered that after she heard this story, she asked her mother the same question:

"Will my nose grow if I lie?" As he asked this question, Xia Mu rubbed his nose.

And today, she also heard her daughter ask this question:

"Uncle, would my nose grow longer if I lied?"

"Then Nannan can tell me, did you tell a lie?" Mu Dongfang asked with a smile.

Hearing the two children asking questions one after another, Mu Dongfang didn't show the slightest impatience as he patiently answered them. The man's low voice, which sounded like alcohol, made everyone's heart beat faster.

"No, Mom said we can't lie. "Uncle, did you lie?" The little girl asked.

"Yes." Children are the purest, but when we grow up, we say lies, more and more lies, fill our lives.

"Then uncle, has your nose gotten any longer?" the baby asked.

"Do you want to touch it?" Mu Dongfang suggested.

Xia Mu didn't know that while she was focused on listening, the corners of her lips had always been curled upwards. The faint dimples of her tears reflected her faint smile, pure and beautiful.

Xia Mu's heart suddenly softened. She thought, a man that could patiently coax his child must have a gentle heart. Although his appearance was firm and resolute, under his ice-cold face, his heart was actually burning.

She was truly grateful to this man for giving her the greatest support and encouragement in her most difficult and most embarrassing times.

Mu Dongfang stood in the doorway of the kitchen, looking at the girl with her back to him. She wore a ponytail, an apron strap, white jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes.

The sun had turned a corner through the windows, and her voice was bright gold.

Mu Dong looked at the figure. It had once appeared in his dreams. She called out to him in a low voice, "Eastward …" That pair of black bright eyes, the tearful look at you, arousing affection.

Mu Dong pursed his lips as the light in his eyes dimmed.

He saw her raise her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. He took a few steps forward and stood behind her, but did not make a sound.

After Xia Mu picked the vegetables and turned around, he saw Mu Dong Fang standing behind him, looking at him with a dark expression.

"Where are the children?" Xia Mu asked embarrassedly, his long eyelashes still tinged with moisture.

"Reading." Do you need help? "

"No need, you go out and sit for a while." The meal will be ready soon. "

The kitchen wasn't very spacious to begin with. Since Mu Dongdong was tall, Xia Mu felt that the air had become thinner the moment he entered.

Mu Dong did not obey her words and left. He stood in front of Xia Mu, blocking her way. His deep eyes stared fixedly at Xia Mu with firm eyes.

Xia Mu was at a loss for what to do as he was being stared at by Mu Dong. His hands were trembling as he held the basket. She wanted Mu Dong Fang to leave this place as soon as possible, but she also coveted the time she could spend alone with him.

Time passed second by second. They just stood there, facing each other, neither of them speaking until Xia Mu couldn't stand it any longer, and was about to walk towards him with the basket in his hands.

His arm was pulled back. "Why are you crying?"

Lying Your Nose Can Lengthen Your Nose.

The Xia Clan only had a daughter, Xia Mu. Although her family background was ordinary, her parents were still pampered like treasures. Although Xia Mu's relationship with his parents was very shallow, her childhood was still very blissful.

In her memories, she rarely cried. In her childhood, she had always been laughing and happy. Until both her parents died in a car accident, that day was the darkest time for Xia Mu. She would secretly cry at night, crying while thinking about her parents' looks. She would secretly write in her diary about the days when she was with her parents.

She would do whatever she could, and she would be considerate of her grandmother's hard work. She would leave all the sadness and sadness to the night, and she thought that she must learn to grow, because she still had her grandmother to accompany her.

But today, in front of this man called Mu Dongfang, she had suddenly become very weak. The thought had appeared in her mind, and she wished she had a shoulder to lean on. This thought became clearer when Mu Dongdong asked this question.

"Why are you crying?" The man's voice had a unique quality to it. It was low, deep, and magnetic, causing one's heart to fall.

Yes, why are you crying?

Was it injustice to cry for fate, or to cry for not being able to love when this person came?

Mu Dong's eyes were wise and farsighted, like the surface of a vast sea. Xia Mu did not dare to look directly at them, as she was worried that she would never be able to emerge from the water.

The girl lowered her head, exposing her beautiful neck. The fine fur on her neck was suffused with a faint golden glow under the rays of the setting sun. Mu Dongfang suddenly had an impulse to use his hands to feel the warmth.

He stood with his hands clasped in front of Xia Mu, his dark eyes filled with the young girl.

"It's nothing, I got sand in my eyes."

"Xia Mu, have you heard the story of Pinocchio?" Mu Dongdong asked softly.

Xia Mu's eyes were downcast as he lowered his head to look at the vegetable basket in his hands. Over there, was a fresh pickle, verdant and oily.

She nodded slightly.

"In the story of Pinocchio, tell us that those who lie will have long noses. This was a principle that both Nannan and the baby understood. Xia Mu, what about you? Do you understand? " The man's voice, low and bass like a cello, rang in his ear, and she looked up into his eyes.

The silhouette in front of him started swaying. A well-defined hand reached over. The vegetable basket was gently taken down by someone. He stretched out his long arm and steadily landed on the table behind him.

With his right hand following behind him, the man placed both of his arms on the table behind Xia Mu. Xia Mu's entire body was tightly locked within the man's embrace.

Everyone has a unique scent. We might not be able to detect it, but the relationships between people always seem to be inextricably linked with various flavors.

When she was young, Xia Mu had a special fondness for gardenia. Whenever a gardener bloomed, her grandmother would always take one of the most exuberant flowers and lightly tie it to Xia Mu's braids, letting a faint fragrance waft out.

In winter, when the sun was good, Grandmother would dry the quilt for the whole day. When she made the bed at night, she would lie on the soft quilt and smell the dry smell. Xia Mu felt that it was very warm.

And the man opposite her gave her this kind of warmth, just like the warmth of a quilt that had just been exposed to the sun in winter. The fragrance of the dried wood was just like this man's: elegant and peaceful.

Their auras overlapped and intertwined in this small space. The fragrance of the gardenia and the calmness of the wooden aroma fused into an indescribable throbbing …

Am I Horrible

The afterglow of the setting sun followed the window frame and lazily sprinkled in, casting a faint shadow behind Xia Mu. Mu Dongfang faced the setting sun, his eyes slightly narrowed as he carefully sized up the young girl in his embrace.

His gaze was filled with strength and aggression, as if patrolling the territory.

Xia Mu only felt his vision darken, and his heart seemed to leap out of his throat. She raised her head to look at him, and stuttered a little. "Understood … What do you know …"

"You don't mean what you say." the man whispered.

"No, I didn't." Xia Mu quickly denied, lowering his head once again.

This distance was simply too close, but with the shackles at the back and the pursuing troops at the front, she had no way out.

The hand by her side tried to find someone to lean on, but she couldn't help but take a step back. Her waist slammed into the table, while her hand touched the man's hand that was propped up on the table.

In a split-second, Xia Mu retreated as if he had been stung by a bee.

"What are you afraid of? It's not like I'm going to eat you!"

The distance between them seemed to be getting closer and closer. The shadow in front of her grew bigger and bigger as his voice drilled into her heart.

"No, I'm not!" However, as Mu Dongfang kept pressing him down, his words became more and more feeble.

"Xia Mu …"

Xia Mu was on the verge of tears as his face flushed red and the smell of the wooden incense entered into her nose. She felt as if her nose had become Pinocchio's, and the tip of her nose was itching to touch it, as if the tip had grown longer.

"Mu …"

This was the first time she wanted to shout out his name, but she was only able to utter the first syllable.

Mu Dongfang held her firmly in his arms as a wave of force hit her!

His arm was strong and strong as he firmly encircled her. Behind him was the table in the kitchen that was used to cut vegetables. In front of him was the man that could not be considered as a stranger.

As far as the eye could see, it was the man's firm chest, her hands, not even enough time to raise them, her arms pressed against the man's arms, unable to move.

Xia Mu liked to eat fish, but he didn't like the process of cleaning the fish. She always felt that the fish that was placed on the cutting board, waiting to be slaughtered, was too pitiful.

But now, she was like a fish on the chopping block, unable to resist at all. She could only watch as the sabre-wielding person approached her.

As a result, Xia Mu's entire body was stuck to Mu Dongfang's body, and his breath entered her breath.

"Xia Mu, look at me!"

Perhaps because the man's voice was too harsh, Xia Mu no longer had the warmth from before. He raised his head and smashed into the man's eyes.

Only when she got closer did she realize that this man had two eyelids. His pupils were especially black and his nose was very straight.

Being stared at like that, Xia Mu panicked. His vision wandered and his heart tensed up. Even his exposed arms were covered in small pimples and his body seemed to be trembling.

This change naturally entered Mu Dongfang's eyes.

Looking at the young girl who seemed to have been frightened by him, Mu Dongfang could not help but wonder if he was that serious and scary.

"Xia Mu, am I scary?"

"No, no." The sound was as soft as a mosquito, as if it had been squeezed out of his throat.

"Then why don't you dare look at me?" the man insisted.

Xia Mu bit his lower lip and made up his mind, not saying a word.