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She was immediately captivated and couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Little did she know, her actions were all noticed by Xiao Ran.
Xiao Ran put down the small shovel in his hand, and his bright eyes curved into a smile.
"Mo Li, do you like it? It's your birthday gift."
Mo Li nodded, her gaze never leaving the Hyacinth.
"I like it, I really like it."
Xiao Ran was enchanted as he watched the slight curve of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes.
When she was ten years old, her father brought Mo Li to the Xiao Residence, and from that moment on, she became a part of the Xiao Family.
In her memories, Mo Li was always calm and indifferent, obedient and gentle, with a maturity that was unmatched by other girls her age.
For the first time, Xiao Ran saw pure joy in Mo Li's eyes.
He knew he had done the right thing.
"Mo Li, let's get married when you graduate," Xiao Ran said dreamily.
He is the same age as Mo Li, but graduated a year earlier than her.
Not interested in joining the family business, he wanders outside, living a free and indulgent life.
Mo Li nodded and simply replied, "Okay."
The shovel in Xiao Ran's hand fell to the ground with a thud.
Since he was ten years old, Mo Li had become his little fiancée. But hearing her personally agree to marry him was still a first.
Xiao Ran was overjoyed and wanted to hug Mo Li.
Just as his hand was about to rest on her shoulder, he suddenly noticed the mud on his hands.
Xiao Ran awkwardly withdrew his hand, chuckling foolishly, and finally placed a light kiss on Mo Li's lips.
Mo Li obediently accepted his kiss, her gaze shifting from Hyacinth to Xiao Ran.
"Xiao Ran, let me wash this piece of clothing for you."
Xiao Ran refused.
"How can I let you do such rough work? Aunt Li can help me wash it."
The usually obedient Mo Li was being quite domineering this time.
"No, I want to wash it myself."
Xiao Ran had no choice but to obediently take off her clothes and hand them to Mo Li.
Mo Li refused to use the washing machine, insisting on washing them by hand.
Xiao Ran stayed by her side, watching as her delicate fingers rubbed vigorously in the white foam.
Drops of water fell one by one, dissolving the foam.
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