My Beloved Model

Mo Yuan didn't let go of her cheek. "Your skill is getting better, but you can't fool me. You think Xiao Yujin is still the best." His heart was going to be unsettled until the girl no longer thinks that Tang Yujin is the best.

Han Luo cutely replied, "Big brother Yuan doesn't have to be so sad. I also think you are good, smart, talented and excellent in everything except pleasing me."

Mo Yuan grabbed Han Luo's hand and pulled her closer. "How can I please you then?"

"You can please me by walking next to me while eating ice cream." Han Luo pointed at the ice cream shop. Her eyes were laughing.

Mo Yuan realized that he was played by her and pinched her nose. When she cried out in pain, only then he let go of her nose and took her to the ice cream shop. The two of them ate ice cream and walked hand in hand, enjoying the view of the City of London.

Around half past ten, the sky's light had been taken over by darkness. The two youngsters were also tired. It was a long, tiring day. In the direction they were walking, Mo Yuan's house was closer. They had to walk another forty minutes to reach, so he suggested, "Why don't you stay at my home tonight?"

Han Luo could barely walk. She unhurriedly nodded. Seeing her tired face, Mo Yuan paused in front of her and let go of her hand. Then, he lowered his body while facing his back to her and said, "Grab on, I'll carry you."

"Hmm, big brother Yuan, is that okay?" Han Luo felt bad because she wasn't the only one who was walking – Mo Yuan was walking with her too. She knew that he was also tired.

"It's fine. Now, hurry up," Mo Yuan urged her. Han Luo put her arms around his neck and placed her face on his back, encircling her legs around his waist. He held onto her legs and stood up. He nearly staggered because he was so consumed by fatigue. She was quite heavy too, but he controlled himself.

He started practicing martial arts way before her; if he were to fall down now, won't he lose his face in front of her?

But then her softness was pressed against his back and when he felt it, his cheeks and body became warm. He forgot all about his tiredness. When they arrived, it was the gardener Adam who welcomed them back with a wide smile. His white teeth glowed on his face. "Good evening, Young Master. Welcome back."

Mo Yuan gave him a slight nod, lacking the energy to talk. In the house, he was welcomed by Ma Rui's bright smile. Seeing her son carrying the half-asleep Han Luo, her smiled couldn't be restrained. "Oh my! Xiao Yuan, I'm so proud of you. You are truly my son. Your father's blood runs through your veins after all…"

Mo Yuan was surprised to see his mother at home. He spoke in a tired tone, "I'll talk to you later."

Head Maid Martha saw Mo Yuan going upstairs while carrying Han Luo. Her face darkened. She asked, "Young Master, would you like some warm milk?" Every time he came back home, he asked for milk.

"No, don't disturb us," Mo Yuan declared. They were both dead tired and had no intention of coming downstairs for fun or to have dinner.

After he disappeared into the second floor, Martha went to the living room, where Ma Rui was watching television. She said darkly, "Madam, is it okay for Young Master to be close to that girl? She doesn't look like a good girl and is overly friendly with the Young Master. She seems so pretentious."

"Huh? What made you think that?" Ma Rui was puzzled to her core. She knew that Martha was a strict person, but she had never heard her badmouthing anyone before. What confused her more was that Martha was talking bad about Han Luo.

Martha started her complaint. "That girl first came to this house and directly went to the Young Master's room. She also changed her clothes in his room when he was bathing. She is so shameless. She-"

"Oh my! Did she really?" Ma Rui almost jumped out of her seat. Her eyes were sparkling and craving for more gossip. She saw them hugging and joking – but to change clothes in the same room. 'Hohoho…' Her mind was filled with unspeakable thoughts.

Martha was speechless. She was talking about a shameless minor with no morals. How could her Madam be happy? She couldn't fathom.

Ma Rui didn't hear her call Han Luo shameless. She urged her, "Tell me all the juicy details."

Martha's lips trembled. "Madam! Can't you see? Her upbringing is not good. Don't you think she is after money? We should not let her stay in this house!"

Ma Rui's expression tightened. "What are you talking about? She grew up under my care. I raised her and taught her well. If you are thinking that she is after money, don't worry about it. You cannot imagine how wealthy she is, and she is also her parents' only daughter."

Martha was stunned. She didn't think Han Luo was rich. She didn't even know that Han Luo grew up under her Madam's care. She didn't investigate her, so she had no idea. If she knew that Han Luo lived in the same neighborhood as them, she would have had a heart attack.

Ma Rui didn't notice Martha's shocked countenance and continued, "Though my son doesn't like girls, he only got close to Luo'er, since they grew up together. My husband and I also want them to get married in the future. It's a good thing that they are getting along so well."

Martha was speechless. She didn't believe Mo Yuan at first when he said that they grew up together. And now when she heard that they might get married, her face turned pale.