Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 614 - 612 My Love Has Always Been Here_1

Chapter 614: Chapter 612 My Love Has Always Been Here_1

Since she had discovered a clue, she knew she had to clear things up; she didn’t want to be kept in the dark by everyone.

At first, she thought she had only lost some boring days staying in the mountains, and there was no strong desire to clearly remember them.

But now, things were different; her current self was eager to find out everything. She wanted to know why she left the Na Family village, why she fell in love with him, and most importantly, why she had forgotten everything about their relationship.

Why had she returned to the Gumiao Tribe? Her mind was plagued with too many doubts.

Even though Mu Zisu was usually composed, he was startled by Xiaoxiao’s words. At first, he was shocked; then slowly, the shock turned to secret delight.

Her questioning him like this, did it mean she knew something or had remembered something?

"Xiaoxiao..." his voice trembled.

Na Xiaoxiao raised her eyes to meet his in the mirror.

"Tell me... did I forget you..." She wanted to know; she wanted to hear it from his lips whether it was true or not.

Mu Zisu’s mouth twisted into a bittersweet smile; then, with a distant gaze at Xiaoxiao in the mirror, he said in an ethereal tone, "Whether you’ve forgotten or not, my love has always been there..."

After Mu Zisu finished speaking, the already quiet room fell into deeper silence.

Although Mu Zisu didn’t directly answer her question, his words were enough to prove that she had indeed forgotten him.

Na Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a pang of heartache for him; she felt she had wronged him. Being forgotten by the one you love must be heartbreaking for anyone.

"I’m sorry..." Xiaoxiao’s voice was filled with sorrow.

Mu Zisu’s heart softened even more, and he couldn’t help bending down to tenderly kiss the top of her head.

"The one who should be saying sorry is me..." It was he who had failed to protect her; she had risked her life to save his; from beginning to end, the person who should be apologizing was him.

"Why?" Xiaoxiao looked at him, puzzled. It was she who had forgotten him, so why was he apologizing to her?

Mu Zisu gave a bitter smile: "Perhaps one day, you will understand..."

Xiaoxiao’s pupils shrank slightly, "Will understand..."

If she remembered, then everything would make sense, but... she clenched her fists subtly, recalling that remembering would come at a cost...

Mu Zisu picked up the hairdryer and began gently blowing her hair.

Watching his earnest concentration, a faint sense of happiness quietly washed over Xiaoxiao.

Although the time she had spent with him was not long, she knew he was excellent, perhaps even more so than she imagined.

Not to mention how he was now, in her memory, Shanshan and Qiqi always used to tell her how their brother was so handsome, so intelligent, and so charming.

Looking at him now, she could see it was indeed the case.

After Mu Zisu set down the hairdryer, Xiaoxiao asked another question that she was curious about: "Why do Shanshan and Qiqi often visit the Na Family village, but you haven’t gone even once?" In her memory, he had indeed never gone.

Mu Zisu laughed helplessly: "Because I grew up abroad..."

"Grew up abroad?" Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Mmhmm..." Mu Zisu nodded, thinking to himself that if he had often gone to the Na Family village with Shanshan and Qiqi, he would have known her for much longer, and they could even have been childhood sweethearts. But in reality, it was the opposite—he never went, so when she first appeared before him, he had no idea who she was.

Xiaoxiao’s eyes suddenly brightened, "Oh... I see, I think I heard Aunt Xia mention you were abroad with your maternal grandfather, right?"

Mu Zisu rubbed the top of her head, "Mmm, that’s true..."

"No wonder I’ve never seen you..." Na Xiaoxiao murmured softly.

Suddenly, Mu Zisu lifted her from the stool, startling her so much that she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

A delicate fragrance of a woman wafted into Mu Zisu’s nose.

His throat tightened, and his brows furrowed slightly.

After placing Na Xiaoxiao beside the bed, he turned around immediately, "I’m going to take a bath..." he said, walking towards the bathroom.

Na Xiaoxiao was puzzled and watched his tall figure clad in a robe, she couldn’t help but speak up, "Didn’t you already have a bath?"

"It’s too hot..." he said, slightly turning to drop these words to Na Xiaoxiao before quickening his pace to the bathroom.

Holding his woman, only being allowed to look but not touch, it was torture not just for him but for any man.

But how long this torture would last, he had no idea; for now, it seemed endless.

Na Xiaoxiao didn’t think much of it, just assuming Mu Zisu felt too hot. With that thought in mind, she reached out for the thin blanket—the room was air-conditioned, and she still felt a bit cold.

As for why Mu Zisu felt hot, that was beyond her knowledge; she could only guess it was because men are more vigorous and less tolerant of the heat than of the cold.

Although Na Xiaoxiao didn’t check the time, she felt his bath took longer than hers did. Aren’t men usually quicker at taking baths than women?

Why was it that with him, she ended up being faster?

"Why did you take such a long time?" Na Xiaoxiao looked at him with confusion.

Mu Zisu, who was drying his hair with a towel, paused for a moment and casually replied, "The water pressure was low, took me extra time..." She had no idea of the agony of a man taking a cold shower.

Na Xiaoxiao’s mouth twitched. Was that even a reasonable excuse?

But since he said it, what else could be done?

"Alright..." she said, her voice tinged with speechlessness, as she pursed her lips.

Mu Zisu watched her expression and couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Someone who didn’t know better might think she was hinting at something.

He swiftly finished drying his hair at the vanity and then moved towards the bed, feeling much lighter.

When he saw Na Xiaoxiao, her figure seductively reclining on the bed’s edge, he couldn’t help but mourn for himself.

He felt he was purely masochistic. Knowing it was forbidden, yet still stubbornly choosing to share a bed with her in this room.

Forget it, this situation wasn’t something that could be resolved quickly anyway. Better to get used to it first.

"Have you been waiting anxiously?" he asked with a teasing lift of his eyebrow as he approached the bed.

Na Xiaoxiao’s face flushed, and she gave him a shy glare, "Not at all!" It was clearly him who had nothing better to do than come here.

"No?" Mu Zisu said, and then reached out to embrace her in his arms.

Summer sleepwear was always so thin, unlike the more substantial fabric of winter, making contact less noticeable.

But now, Na Xiaoxiao felt as though the clothes on both their bodies were mere decorations. Although the skin beneath the garments was out of sight, once they were next to each other, it felt as if they were wearing nothing at all.

"Could you... let me down..." Her face was so red it seemed it could drip blood.