The afternoon light filtered gently through the large windows of the villa's living room, casting a warm, golden glow across the spacious sofa where the two women sat. Dust motes danced lazily in the sunbeams, and the distant hum of the villa's air conditioning blended with the soft, rhythmic breathing of little Mo Yan sleeping nearby. The atmosphere felt intimate and precious, like a private bubble separated from the rest of the world.
"Wait, so you're the one who put a rock in my bag?" Su Wanyan asked, her mouth hanging open in genuine shock, eyes wide with disbelief.
Mo Xingxue burst into loud, unrestrained laughter, the sound bright and melodic as it filled the room. She reached out without hesitation and used two fingers to gently close Su Wanyan's gaping mouth. "Yeah," she admitted, still giggling, her phoenix eyes sparkling with mischief.
Su Wanyan stared blankly at her, completely dumbfounded. "WHY?" she demanded, voice laced with utter confusion.
