"Ping'er, you stand here and don't go anywhere until I fall asleep."
This time, he picked up the brush and quickly wrote what he wanted to express on the rice paper.
I looked at him in fear, not daring to move, trembling like a little daughter-in-law.
Yang Yumo glanced at me with disgust, "This is an order, you stand here for me, the leader of the alliance, and you are not allowed to leave without the permission of the leader of the alliance!!" He then wrote.
After hesitating for a while, I reluctantly nodded in agreement.
I am just a dispensable maid. I cannot anger Yang Yumo, otherwise my life will not be easy.
Another point is that now I am not the old friend he thought he was. If he wants to attack me, my life will not be easy.
From now on, I have to pay attention to my words and deeds and not let Yang Yumo find my faults.
Waiting for Yang Yumo to fall asleep, I stood sideways and stared blankly at the lintel of the dormitory not far away, just waiting for Yang Yumo to fall asleep and then I could leave and rest.
Although I am very tired, I can only stand upright and do what my maid should do, which is to stand for punishment.
At first, I could hear the sound of Yang Yumo turning over and over on the bed, occasionally accompanied by his sighs. Then, his eyes seemed to stop on me.
For half an hour, when I could no longer feel Yang Yumo's gaze on me, I hesitated to turn around and look at Yang Yumo.
This time, he seemed to be asleep. Since seeing him again, I have never looked at his appearance carefully. It turns out that he has not changed much.
He looked as calm as a baby while sleeping. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had something inexplicable on his mind. His worries probably did not come from me, an old friend, but from the woman he loved most.
His long black hair has been hanging down the side of the bed, covering half of his face. Under the light of the lamp, it casts a dreamy light and shadow. It has a somewhat lazy feel, with a charming amorous feelings.
This has always been the characteristic of Yang Yumo. Even when he is asleep, he still exudes the quality of seducing women intentionally or unintentionally.
I quietly took a step forward to make sure he was asleep before leaving.
He got a little closer, and unknowingly, he moved a little further. It was so close that you could count the number of his eyelashes.
When I felt that he really fell asleep, I wanted to turn around and leave.
At this time, my hand was held by him, and his lazy voice came clearly to my ears, "Pay compensation, I want you to sing nursery rhymes to lull me to sleep, I can't sleep."