You are all bad women! Don't come over!

Xia Qingrou turned her face away, stubbornly retorting, "I'm not afraid of being robbed."

Actually, what she was most worried about was not the possibility of Catherine and Shen Mochen rekindling their past love. Shen Mochen had already taken off the necklace that Catherine gave him, and although Xia Qingrou didn't say it aloud, she was overjoyed.

Lately, she had been feeling uneasy. Every time she thought about the sweet nothings Shen Mochen whispered to her, and that he had probably said the same to other women before, she felt a tightness in her chest.

Why should he be so good to other women?

She knew she was jealous, but she had no one to confide in.

"How's your stomach, still hurting?" Shen Mochen's hand gently rested on Xia Qingrou's lower abdomen, massaging it tenderly.

Xia Qingrou closed her eyes in comfort, but then it suddenly occurred to her that Shen Mochen was so adept at taking care of his girlfriend. He must have cared for his ex-girlfriends countless times before!

The slight good mood she had just started to feel vanished in an instant, replaced by frustration.

It was as if those women had stolen something precious from her.

They were like a bunch of loathsome thieves. Xia Qingrou felt discomfort everywhere and was on the brink of tears.

"What's wrong, does it still hurt a lot?" Shen Mochen asked, surprised by Xia Qingrou's expression, "Shall I make you some brown sugar water?"

"It's not painful," Xia Qingrou mumbled sulkily, "You are really good to your girlfriend."

Shen Mochen tilted his head, "Isn't it okay for me to be good to you?"

Biting her lip, her eyes reddening, Xia Qingrou said, "Were you this good to your other girlfriends too?"

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and Shen Mochen fell silent for a long while.

Seeing this, Xia Qingrou also regretted her words. She always spoke before thinking, letting words slip out without filtering them through her brain… Why was she acting like a resentful wife? Hadn't she said she wouldn't bring up his ex-girlfriends?

I don't care about his ex-girlfriends, I don't care about his ex-girlfriends, I don't care about his ex-girlfriends!

Then why did she speak those words in such an aggrieved, pitiful way? It made her seem so concerned, and it was so embarrassing. She felt like dying!

But she was really feeling awful. Whenever she thought about Shen Mochen holding another woman in his arms, whispering sweet nothings, whenever she thought about Shen Mochen gently massaging another woman's stomach, she wanted to cry!

"Are you jealous?" Shen Mochen finally spoke up.

What a difficult question to answer. Even Su Mo, the genius, couldn't untangle romantic feelings. Luckily, he wasn't Su Mo; he was Shen Mochen, and he didn't have to force himself to confront emotional problems directly.

"No, I'm just disgusted with myself…" Xia Qingrou turned her face away, her voice trailing into a sob, "Why didn't I meet you earlier?"

Shen Mochen leaned down to kiss her earlobe, his voice low, "I'm sorry, I should have met you sooner... But what's done is done; let's create memories that belong only to us."

Xia Qingrou silently hugged Shen Mochen, nodding slightly. The past was unchangeable, and she couldn't do anything about her regret.

Just as Shen Mochen said, if she couldn't change the past, then she should create a new future. A future that she and Shen Mochen had definitely not shared with his ex-girlfriends.

With anger in her heart and a vengeful spirit against Shen Mochen's ex-girlfriends, she pushed Shen Mochen down beneath her.

Seeing the combative invitation in Xia Qingrou's eyes, Shen Mochen hesitated, "What are you trying to do, it's only been five days, right..."

"But today it's almost gone," Xia Qingrou commanded, gritting her teeth, "Go clean yourself up now!"

"You're really impatient…"

Xia Qingrou fiercely grabbed Shen Mochen's collar and shook it, "I haven't neglected you these past few days with my mouth, hands, breasts, and feet. Of course, you can make nonchalant remarks! Today it's your turn to take care of me! Go wash up quickly!"

Knowing he couldn't escape, Shen Mochen could only nod with a smile, "Alright then, should we bathe together?"

"Carry me over there." Xia Qingrou hugged onto Shen Mochen's neck with force, like a koala clinging tightly to a tree.

Scumbag, womanizer, today I'm going to rough you up! Xia Qingrou thought viciously in her heart.

So what if he has ex-girlfriends? He still obediently gave everything from his first to his nth time to me… Xia Qingrou consoled herself internally, taking pleasure in avenging herself against Shen Mochen's ex-girlfriends.

Today, I'm going to rough up your ex-boyfriend! So what if you were first, his purity is still mine!

That's right, it's normal for the male protagonist in novels to have ex-girlfriends, but the fact that both of them were each other's firsts is enough to prove that she is the True Destiny Girl!

…

The two of them spent another couple of days like this, and soon it was almost June. Xia Qingrou had already switched to wearing short sleeves and skirts.

She bought several sets of First Middle School's summer uniforms online, always proudly calling herself 'Senior Sister.'

She had given up hope that Shen Mochen would call her 'Sister Xia,' so having him call her 'Senior Sister Xia' wasn't bad either.

Love affairs with a younger brother, oh how sweet! I've found all the youth I lost at Buque again!

"Husband, want some watermelon?"

Xia Qingrou came with a plate of sliced watermelon to Shen Mochen's room.

Shen Mochen was boredly reading a novel. Seeing her, he just smiled, picked up a little fork from the plate, and stabbed a piece, but didn't eat it himself; instead, he held it to Xia Qingrou's mouth, "You eat the first piece."

Xia Qingrou giggled, leaned in, and ate the watermelon, praising, "It's so sweet, worthy of being cut by me!"

"Yeah, because you're so sweet, so the watermelon you cut becomes sweet too," Shen Mochen said with a laugh as he wrapped his arms around Xia Qingrou's waist.

"Husband, you eat too!" Xia Qingrou took the opportunity to sit in Shen Mochen's lap and fed him a piece too.

"I originally wanted to drink watermelon juice, but the juicer is broken… I still have to buy a new one later." Xia Qingrou said with slight complaint, then suddenly thought of something and coughed, "Cough, cough, cough, husband, would you like to drink watermelon juice?"

Shen Mochen tilted his head slightly, "Didn't you say the juicer was broken?"

Xia Qingrou's face was full of mystery as she glanced sideways, "There are other methods, right? It's not like we must have a juicer for watermelon juice!"

"What method?"

"Will you drink it or not? If you will, then I'll make it!"

"Sure, I'll drink."

"Then when I make it, you must drink it!"

Shen Mochen chuckled, "Why so secretive? Go ahead and make it, I'll definitely drink whatever you make."

Xia Qingrou licked her lips, forked a few pieces of watermelon into her mouth, chewed a bit, then pushed with her tongue.

"Mmmh!" With her mouth full of watermelon, Xia Qingrou leaned towards Shen Mochen's face.

"Is this what you meant by making juice? Isn't using your mouth to juice directly a bit much?" Shen Mochen purposely turned his face away.

"Mmmh!" Xia Qingrou held Shen Mochen's face, puckered her lips, and whimpered, urging him to hurry.

Shen Mochen adopted a resigned expression, gently leaned in, and used his mouth to receive the watermelon juice from her mouth.