"He is the master, dare I say more?" Du Ziteng curled his lips.

An Yurou blinked, "But he can't listen to your words?"

"Okay, OK, it's really hard for me to be a human being." Du Ziteng waved his hand, "I'll ask Zhenzhen to bring the spicy noodles that can remove the cold air. You can go to bed after you finish eating."

An Yurou slept until midnight. After waking up, she touched her head and felt no more pain. She crawled out of bed.

The rain outside stopped and everything was quiet. An Yurou pulled her slippers and slowly walked up to the third floor.

The street lights on the third floor walkway were on, the ground was very smooth and clean, and her shadow was reflected on the floor, and it was sometimes long and sometimes short as she walked.

Her little hand touched the door handle, and she gently pushed open the door of Mu Qingyu. She saw an ancient flower-shaped floor lamp beside the window lit up. The light blue curtains separated the cold outside. The quiet and elegant bedroom had a soft and warmth in the orange-red halo.

Mu Qingyu lay quietly on the bed, covered with a thin blue blanket, the air conditioner in the room was gentle, the air was cool, and the fragrance of silk grass and trees was fragrant.

An Yurou likes this taste very much because it used to be owned by Mu Ziye.

She quietly approached the bed, took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.

The quiet and gentle man in his sleep is incomparable to the coldness and sharpness of broad daylight. His perfect facial features fall in the shadows so deep that it makes people want to gently rub it.

His head was thick black hair, his sword eyebrows were on his temples, his narrow eyes were covered by long and dense eyelashes, and his two shadows were slender, as depicted by an eyebrow pencil.

His high nose bridge is like a knife cut. His thin lips are pursed with a little more flesh, and a little less flesh is too thin. The corners of his lips are slightly bent and moist and shiny, as if he had just picked it up, leaving behind a charming fragrance.

His often tight jaw loosened the cold and hard lines at this time, and the perfect curves were dotted with densely woven cyan stubble, which was sexy and charming.

An Yurou looked at him quietly, her expression a little dazed. In the dim halo, this man didn't look like a demon at all, he should be like an angel...

Because he is so beautiful, he is as beautiful as a handsome man outlined with a brush.

But An Yurou knew that this was him in the dream. Dreams were the opposite of reality. When he opened his eyes, he was a bloodthirsty demon.

But she didn't understand why when she was emotionally out of control this time, the bloodthirsty demon didn't fight back. He was like a big boy who was extremely aggrieved, lying on the ground in despair and grief without moving.

At that moment, the sadness in his eyes... she couldn't forget it.

Yes, tonight, she dreamed of these eyes again in her dream. Although these eyes are very similar to An Yanan, the difference between them is that one is gentle and the other is cold.

When An Yanan looked at her, she was as gentle as a hot spring with fog floating on it.

But when Mu Qingyu looked at her, he was as cold as a deep pool covered with black fog, unfathomable, but curiously wanted to explore.

Mu Ziye... Brother Ye, who grew up with her since childhood, had neither completely like An Yanan nor Mu Qingyu. It should be said that the expression in his eyes was their combination, sometimes as gentle as water, and sometimes as deep as a pond.

But she likes such eyes. She always feels that Mu Ziye's eyes are two windows leading to the mysterious world, which attracts her to look through the window and look at the world she yearns for...

Beautiful and warm, she is carefree and happy in this world, because Brother Ye’s hand is holding her...

Unable to help, her hand reached into Mu Qingyu's eyes, and her fingertips gently pulled his long eyelashes, touching them slightly, disrupting the shadows falling in the halo.

The man's lips twitched slightly, but An Yurou didn't pay attention. Her fingertips were still pulling from her left eye to her right eye, and then from her right eye to her left eye...

She was like Ruo pulling out a rag doll, ignoring that he was an angry real person.

"You look very nice, really, especially these eyes, it looks like my brother Ye..." She murmured softly, immersed in the world she was obsessed with, "I was raised by him. In my eyes, he is both a father and a eldest brother. I rely on him very much. I once thought that it would be great if I lived with him for the rest of my life."

Mu Qingyu's lips twitched again and his eyebrows flipped.

The little woman didn't see it and continued to speak: "He liked me, pampered me, protected me, he was the best for me...but he left and did not take me away."

The voice suddenly choked and the man's throat slid.

"I'm sorry! I really want to say sorry to him! Once upon a time, I met your eyes and had a moment of dazed. I thought God had returned Brother Ye to me because your eyes were so much like him, so I dare not look at your eyes, but you are not him, right? Because he wouldn't beat me or scold me."

The man's lips were pursed and his breathing was heavy.

"I always made mistakes when I was a child. Even if Brother Ye punished me, he wouldn't be willing to beat me. You must not be him. You are too bad to me. Why do you have to drag me out to the rain? Ah sneezing..."

The little woman suddenly sneezes. She sniffs, raised her hand and rubbed her itchy nose. When she lowered her eyes to look at the handsome face, her body shivered suddenly and her eyes widened.

"Ah!" Seeing the man's black eyes bright and glaring at him as if he was angry, An Yurou was so scared that she almost fell off the bed.

The man reached out and grabbed one of her arms, pulled her to her side, tightened his teeth, staring at her panicked face, "What are you doing to spit at me in the middle of the night?"

He roared low, but his eyes were not that fierce.

"I...I didn't mean it, sneeze..." Another one.

Mu Qingyu felt her saliva stained her face. He clasped his facial features, glared at her, then pushed her away, got up to find a tissue, and found that there was no on the bed cabinet. He turned around and pulled up her pajamas and wiped them on his face...

"Hey, hey, you won't wipe your own." An Yurou pulled her clothes back with all her might.

The man glared at her coldly, "It's your saliva, not mine!"

"You, you...you are so ungraceful!" An Yurou pouted and patted Baji's hem of clothes.

"You have it!" The man narrowed his black eyes, and his expression looked like a flirting young man.

Seeing that his expression was much softer than during the day, An Yurou tilted her head to look at his nostrils... Strange things, why are she bleeding all the time?

"What are you looking at? Get out of here!" The man changed his face again.

An Yurou curled her lips and said aggrievedly: "Can't you talk well? It's your fault today, not mine? Look, my head is broken."

"You're just a big deal." He said this, it didn't match his appearance. He liked to swear words. An Yurou despised him fiercely in her heart.

"Then I won't apologize to you!" An Yurou was about to get out of bed after she said that.

"Apology!" The man got upset and grabbed her hand again, "Wake me up, do you want to escape?"
Chapter completed!