Chapter 530: Chapter 549: I’m Just a 39-Year-Old Big Brother

Jiang Qiuqiu watched as the familiar face of ’Black Hole’ was stripped away. The face beneath the mask was surprisingly similar to the mask itself, only every trace of sharp, boyish energy was gone.

And just like that, Mo Si’s face was exposed to the light.

He was intensely imposing.

His untamed brows arched high. His round, puppy-dog eyes, which had always had a wolfish glint, seemed to have matured; the roundness was gone, leaving them narrower. The long, narrow shape perfectly framed his black pupils. His nose was strong and straight. The man beneath the mask radiated a calm and piercing intensity.

A face like that, an aura like that... anyone who saw him would have to praise him: The Wolf of the Jungle. A well-deserved title.

All that boyish charm was gone. Completely.

"..."

Her affection, like water swirling down a drain, suddenly halved. ’Boohoo... my little wolf pup is gone!’

"This is the real me."

He had taken off his mask, only to find Jiang Qiuqiu staring fixedly at the mask in his hand.

"!"

’Oh no! Why is she looking at the mask? Don’t tell me I’m not as handsome as the mask!’

’This is a bolt from the blue! And why does Qiuqiu look like she doesn’t recognize me?’

"Qiuqiu?"

Only then did Jiang Qiuqiu’s gaze shift back to Mo Si’s face. As she studied it, a sense of familiarity washed over her. ’Of course it’s familiar,’ she thought. ’It looks so much like the mask, how could it not be?’

After her gaze returned to him, Mo Si, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, asked, "Am I not handsome?"

"Oh, no," Jiang Qiuqiu said, shaking her head. "You’re very handsome."

Extremely handsome, in fact.

"It’s just... I don’t like..." Before she could finish, he suddenly grabbed her hand. She stopped, stunned, and saw him press his lips together into a thin line.

If the face of Black Hole had made that expression, it would have looked a little stubborn.

’But on Mo Si’s face... hmm. Is that a tough guy pouting?’

But just as Jiang Qiuqiu was thinking this, he looked up at her, the rims of his eyes suddenly a little red. Before she could even react, two round, black ears popped out on top of Mo Si’s head.

And just as her eyes fixed on them, the ears gave a little twitch.

He instantly became incredibly cute.

’And... those ears look so fluffy. I really want to give them a squeeze.’

"Just because I look different... does that mean Qiuqiu doesn’t like me anymore?"

"No, that’s not it! I was just about to say that I don’t like guys who look too intimidating, but whether I like you or not has nothing to do with your appearance."

"So Qiuqiu still likes me, right?"

"Yes, I do," she said with a nod.

The Little Panda’s expression remained serious after getting her response, but where he couldn’t see them, his ears were twitching like little wings—a complete cuteness overload.

"Also, my name isn’t Black Hole. My family name is Mo, and my given name is Si. And I’m not 26. I’m 39."

"Mo Si?" Hearing the name, something flashed through Jiang Qiuqiu’s mind.

But she didn’t dwell on that for long, moving on to the next point of contention. "You’re... 39?" ’No wonder he was always saying he was old.’

Jiang Qiuqiu had just thought he was being modest, but it turned out he wasn’t.

39?

"Yes, I’m 39. The Federation Empire classifies people from 70 to 140 as middle-aged. At 39, we’re both considered youths. You don’t think I’m old, do you, Qiuqiu?" Mo Si then added, "It’s like Mo Chengyu, who you know. She’s 35 this year."

"And you call her ’sister.’" The unspoken meaning was clear: ’I’m only three or four years older than this ’sister’ of yours, so I should at least qualify as a ’brother,’ right?’

’And if you can call someone ’brother,’ they definitely can’t be considered old!’