My Beloved Model

Seeing her glare, the corner of Mo Yuan's lips lifted. He smiled discreetly and asked in a low voice, "Ah Luo, does it still hurt?" 

'Yes, it hurts, so don't touch me!' Han Luo's eyes were scolding him, but she whined, "Big brother Yuan, why are you bullying me? Do you hate me that much? If you do, tell me and I won't come to your house again and scare you." 

Mo Yuan's deep black eyes intensely looked at her in the eye. Her eyes wanted to rebel, but her words were as sweet as honey; he found her duality very interesting. 

She changed a lot. In six years, she grew up fast. Her face wasn't like a round ball like before – it had become thin and sharp. Her black pearl-like eyes were bigger than before, her nose was sharp, not small like before, her pink lips developed to the point to make a guy want to taste them, her shiny black hair grew a lot and reached her mid-thigh. Han Luo was wearing a sky-blue casual dress with a white flower print, and her hair was let loose. Though she changed, her features still resembled her childhood face. He could recognize her the moment he saw the side of her face. 

Han Luo's body was slim and delicate, yet also curvy – he knew it. It could've been because of years of dancing. He also didn't hear her walking, meaning that she could hide her footsteps too well – it was because of practicing martial arts. 

Mo Yuan questioned playfully, "Is that so? Don't you think you should be punished for scaring me?" 

Han Luo countered back, "Don't you think you should be punished for not contacting me for six years?" She pursed her lips, thinking that her big brother Yuan was being unreasonable. Why should she be punished alone? The one who committed the crime first was her big brother Yuan. If someone had to be punished, then it was him. 

Mo Yuan controlled his expression and answered in a light manner, "What can I say? I forgot about you." 

Han Luo widened her eyes the second her face turned red in anger. She started fuming. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back with all her might. Mo Yuan wasn't expecting that move and stumbled a few steps back. 

Han Luo suddenly realized what she had done. She was so mad that she didn't notice she almost let him see her real side. To cover it up, she hurriedly said, "Big brother Yuan, you're such a meanie. Since you forgot me, I have no reason to stay here." After that, she turned around and tried to leave. He almost reached the door, when he grabbed her left arm from behind. 

"I'm going to my house. Where else?" Han Luo didn't bother to look at his face. 

Mo Yuan could tell that he angered her. "Where is your house?" he asked gently. 

"It's a fifteen-minute walking distance from your house." While answering his question, Han Luo tried to break free from his grasp. But his right hand was gripping her wrist so tightly that she couldn't budge. She couldn't use her martial arts either as she didn't want him to know that she was practicing karate and judo secretly. 

Despite her struggle, Mo Yuan didn't move an inch. "Did you walk here from your house? You must be tired. Sit there." He pointed at the couch. 

"No, I'm not tired. I came by car. Noah said that it's a fifteen – whoa!" Han Luo was pulled toward him and she moved her face hurriedly so that her nose wasn't hurt. However, this time her chest bumped into him. She was a twelve year old girl whose body was still growing. Her breasts were still small but growing. That's why her nipples were sore. As they brushed against his chest, Han Luo flinched. Her expression distorted as she felt her chest begin to ache. 

Mo Yuan also felt something soft and squishy against his chest and when he realized what it was, that place went numb. He couldn't help but blush. This feeling and experience was foreign to him. He noticed her flinching and knew that it must be because of her growth. He thought that it was only her growth that made her uncomfortable. The boy carefully hugged her body and bent a little to brush his face against her cheek. He proposed a suggestion, "Ah Luo, you were busy the whole day. You are tired, aren't you? Why don't you stay the night here?" 

Han Luo was indeed feeling uncomfortable. She wanted to put ice on the sore place. If she stayed here, she couldn't do that. She couldn't just ask the strict woman named Martha for some ice – what if she asked her several questions? Han Luo could never answer her properly. She wasn't in the mood to look for excuses either. And she could certainly not ask her big brother Yuan. 

Just as she thought, growing up had so much pain. Girls have to be careful around boys. In childhood, everyone had almost the same body and there were no complexities. Simple, innocent life was the best. 

Outside the house in the tree, a long-range camera lens was looking inside Mo Yuan's bedroom. Since the lights in his bedroom was on, everything could be seen clearly. The camerawoman took several photos with a wide grin. "Oh yes! This is good! This angle is perfect." 

The man behind her helplessly asked, "My darling, is it okay to act like a peeping tom?" 

Ma Rui enthusiastically sung, "My baby, what are you saying? Look at our son. He is so bold and manly. I knew when the two of them meet, he cannot resist her beauty. I'm not wrong. God's blesses are upon me. This ship will sail for sure!"