In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 591 Under the Moonlight

When expanding the War Courtyard last time, Mo Chen naturally didn't forget to "add bricks and tiles" to his own residence.

Using space expansion technology that is already widespread in the modern world, the area of ​​the second floor of the house was incredibly expanded by a full 150 square meters.

However, from the outside, nothing had changed; it was still the same unremarkable two-story villa.

The original second floor had no space available other than a master bedroom, a study, and four guest bedrooms.

It's not exactly small, but it's barely passable.

However, after the construction team expanded the residence, the space became much more open, and six more carefully designed guest bedrooms were added, which made Mo Chen extremely satisfied.

There aren't many people living here right now. Apart from Mo Chen and his three android tools, there's only Isabella, whom Mo Chen cherishes.

Pushing open the door to Isabella's room, Mo Chen was greeted by a cozy and girlish little world.

The soft beige and delicate gold intertwine to create a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.

The cool moonlight streamed through the large French windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor covered with a thick wool carpet.

In the center of the room was a luxurious and eye-catching Simmons princess bed, covered with a smooth silk quilt and piled with fluffy cushions.

A huge open-plan walk-in closet stood against the wall, filled with all sorts of exquisite dresses that Mo Chen had bought for Isabella.

From glamorous and expensive idol outfits to youthful and cute schoolgirl uniforms, each set was meticulously organized by Isabella according to color and style.

In the corner, a classical grand piano from a bygone era stands quietly.

Several open sheet music books were placed on the piano lid. If you listened carefully, you could almost hear the melodious tunes that had flowed by not long ago.

Beside the pure white round table adorned with lace trim by the window, there was a chair shaped like a hanging cage.

The chair is woven from delicate white lacquered rattan and hung from a metal rod that is also painted white.

With a slight shake, it can produce a soft creaking sound.

Although it looks like a cage, it doesn't embody the image of "confinement" at all. It's more like a broken cage, leaving only a perch for birds to rest on occasionally.

Isabella was curled up in the chair, her bare, jade-white feet lightly touching the spotless carpet, using the weight to make the cage sway back and forth slowly.

She sat among a group of soft pillows, holding the adorable marigold doll in her arms.

The moonlight shone gently down, enveloping her and gilding her with a hazy silver edge.

Mo Chen leaned against the door frame, not making a sound immediately to break the rare tranquility.

He gazed at Isabella quietly, his gentle eyes revealing a hint of pity.

This is the life she deserves, not being locked in a cold iron cage.

Isabella did not notice Mo Chen's arrival, but pressed her cheek tightly against the fluffy head of the doll in her arms.

Her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and her golden eyes gazed somewhat unfocused at the equally cold moon outside the window.

As she unconsciously tapped her toes, the hanging cage emitted a soft yet rhythmic sound, creating a unique kind of white noise.

Isabella's pure white nightgown shimmered softly in the moonlight, further accentuating her snow-white skin.

A few strands of hair playfully fell onto Isabella's fair neck, swaying slightly along with the rocking chair.

It took Isabella a while to pull herself out of her thoughts.

She shifted to a more comfortable position, completely tucking her bare little feet into the cage, and tightened her grip on the doll.

Just then, Isabella glanced unintentionally toward the doorway.

Then, her gaze precisely caught the figure leaning against the door frame.

"MoMo!"

Isabella carelessly tossed aside the doll she had been holding so tightly, and jumped off the hanging chair, stepping barefoot onto the soft carpet.

Isabella, her eyes filled with joy, was like a pet that had finally waited for its master. She ran quickly toward Mo Chen and then suddenly threw herself into his arms.

"MoMo, you're here!"

She looked up, her eyes sparkling with a bright light, her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement.

"Yes, I'm back. I had some time, so I came to see Isa."

Mo Chen caught Isabella as she threw herself into his arms, feeling her warmth and softness, and couldn't help but gently rub his chin against her little head.

"Giggle, it tickles."

Isabella giggled and wriggled, like a kitten that had been tickled.

She buried her face in the crook of Mo Chen's neck, greedily absorbing that familiar sense of security, and mumbled, "Mo Mo is so warm, I really like it."

Mo Chen tightened his arms around Isabella, firmly supporting her back, letting her cling to him like a koala.

Guided by Isabella, Mo Chen carried her to the hanging cage chair.

After sitting down, Isabella also sat on his lap and picked up the doll she had left behind.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

"I'm thinking..."

Isabella tilted her head: "The moon is so beautiful."

Mo Chen looked up at the clear moonlight outside the window, then looked down at the petite woman in his arms and said softly, "Yes, it's beautiful."

"but···"

Isabella suddenly turned her head and looked at Mo Chen very seriously: "The moon is no match for Mo Mo."

Mo Chen was taken aback, looking into Isabella's clear golden eyes, a certain part of his heart was quietly touched.

He couldn't help but tighten his arms, pulling Isabella closer into his embrace.

"Little fool."

Mo Chen's voice was deep, but his tone was full of doting affection.

Isabella, as if greatly encouraged, pressed her cheek against Mo Chen's chest.

She listened intently to the steady heartbeat coming from beside her ear, her face filled with only satisfaction and peace of mind.

"MoMo, I bought you some pastries."

"Ok, I know."

"I bought it with the World Points I accumulated."

"Yes, that's great."

"Is it tasty?"

"Yeah, it's delicious."

In a question-and-answer session, Mo Chen patiently responded to Isabella's every word, his fingers gently combing through her loose hair.

"Ink."

"what happened?"

"Thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"Thank you for giving me all of this."

Isabella looked around, her eyes shining with happiness: "And thank you for giving me a home."

Mo Chen felt as if his heart had been gently squeezed by a hand, and he remembered his first meeting with Isabella.

At that time, she was vulnerable and confused, like a fledgling bird shivering in a storm.

Now, Mo Chen will no longer let Isabella go back to the cage; he only wants her to laugh freely, sing freely, and be herself.

"Isa..."

Mo Chen softly called Isabella by her nickname. She didn't speak, but simply looked up, her golden eyes reflecting her entire world.

She slowly, with an almost reverent air, moved closer to Mo Chen's face.

The soft touch, as light as a feather, yet carrying a heat hot enough to ignite the soul, landed on Mo Chen's lips.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Isabella's kiss was awkward and clumsy, carrying the shyness and purity unique to a young girl.

She gently caressed him a few times, then left as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkling with the joy and satisfaction of having accomplished something great.

The lingering soft touch on his lips, along with Isabella's unconditional trust and affection, rendered Mo Chen immobile.

Isabella seemed to understand something from his silence, and instead of backing down, she became bolder.

She leaned forward again, her lips covering his precisely and firmly.

This kiss was warmer and longer than the last one.