Yang Yumo teased me, and I teased him. I sang a nursery rhyme to him once, and he sang it to me once, and we were already even.
I think the ending between me and him is what it is today. If not, how can we explain that I can only listen quietly and cannot join in the joyful harmony?
After he finished singing, I clapped my hands and wrote quickly with a smile: "Thank you, leader, for singing a nursery rhyme to the slave. It's a pity that the slave can't hear the leader's voice. The leader's voice must be very nice."
Even though there is a cinnabar mole on my arm, Yang Yumo still doubts that I am his old friend, otherwise he would not test me in this way. Once the seeds of doubt sprout in his heart, he will stubbornly think that I am
His old friend.
"Please step aside, go to bed early, and come back on duty tomorrow. It doesn't matter if you come later, I got up later." Yang Yumo stopped making things difficult for me, and waved to me, indicating that I should leave.
I nodded and quickly exited the inner room.
I always feel that my reaction should be more enthusiastic. Logically speaking, if a person like Ping'er receives such love from Yang Yumo, I will definitely be happy.
But I don’t know how to put on a show to make myself look particularly happy. Because right now, I feel very heavy. Thinking of getting close to Yang Yumo again, I might frustrate his pride as a man, and it might also make things more complicated.
I couldn't be happy anymore.
Not daring to stay on the way, I quickly returned to the bungalow, collapsed on my bed, and fell asleep soon after.
I have to go to bed early so that I can get up early, otherwise I might not be able to get up. Yang Yumo said that I could go to Yumoxuan later, but I didn't dare to neglect it. I just lost money and fell asleep. I didn't want this shortcoming of mine to be caught by Yang Yumo.
A positive one.
Since I can't dispel Yang Yumo's doubts about me, I simply do nothing. If I do something, it will be a cover-up.
When I entered the dream, Mu Yiqing, who was wearing a black robe, slowly walked towards me. He asked me if it was hard. I wanted to drive him away, but he held his hands and couldn't move.
Holding my hand, Mu Yiqing smiled at me elegantly and charmingly, "Feiyi, I miss you very much. Do you miss me?"
I opened my eyes wide suddenly, looked at the edge of the bed reflexively, and then raised my hand to look at it carefully.
It feels nothing, the feeling of being held by someone before. But why is this feeling so real? It seems that I can still feel the temperature of Mu Yiqing's palm.