I already have a bad temper, but I still have to smile cheerfully in front of my enemies, which is a test of my patience.
I believe that even if I can't steal the treasure during this trip to the Yu Renmeng, I will still gain a lot. That is, my temper will be greatly improved.
"In that case, I'll pay you and sing nursery rhymes to me." Yang Yumo's voice floated into my ears.
I was completely stunned. You want me to sing a nursery rhyme? How can I sing it with such a male voice?
"Excuse me. If you don't sing, don't sleep tonight. I'm waiting for you to sing. If I'm satisfied, I'll be in a good mood. Only when I'm in a good mood can I sleep peacefully." Yang Yumo said with a smile.
A voice came over and said.
This is a blunt threat, that is, I can't do it if I don't sing.
"Compensate and stay closer to me." Yang Yumo said again.
"But the master said that slaves cannot come within three feet of the master." I replied loudly to this sentence. It's not that I don't get close to him, it's his own order. How dare I disobey his master's order?
"Didn't I withdraw my order long ago? Pay compensation, you idiot!" Yang Yumo's joking voice came over again.
Is there any? Why don't I know, I didn't hear him talk about it. I'm still thinking about when he will take back his order, but I can't remember it.
"Today, I kissed you. I approached you first, and then I took back my order. Pay for it, pay for it. Sure enough, you haven't grown up yet, you are still just a child." Yang Yumo's voice fluctuated until the end.
, and seemed to sigh with a little sadness.
Somehow, my mood fluctuated with his mood. Now that I knew he was unhappy, I became less happy too.
"Master, why don't I sing a nursery rhyme to you?" I blurted out this sentence.
"Okay, come here, sit on the edge of the bed and sing to me." Yang Yumo's voice, suppressing a smile, came over immediately.
Damn it, he actually went too far. Why did I feel sympathy for him just now, and actually asked Sakura to sing nursery rhymes to him?
I have never done such an embarrassing thing. In fact, I am only sixteen and really just a child. If only he had sung nursery rhymes to me instead of me singing them to him.
But I still walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. I looked up at Yumo. The moment I sat down, he had already held my hand in his and whispered: "It is indeed a child, even with his hands."
It’s also so small and soft. It’s very comfortable to hold.”