The most terrifying thing is that I actually remember what Mu Yiqing said to me. He said that he misses me and asked me if I miss him. Yes, that’s it. Although I often dreamed of him in the past, I could never see his face clearly.
I can't even remember what he said.
This time, it was damn clear.
What's going on? Why do I often dream about Mu Yiqing? Do I really like him, and then fall in love with him without knowing it? Otherwise, why do I keep dreaming about him?
Is there something wrong with me? I am obviously a normal person, but I always dream about a dead person, and I still fall in love with a man who has passed away long ago.
After sitting there for a long time, I looked out the window. When I saw this, I was shocked. It turned out that I had overslept and it was already past midnight.
After quickly freshening up, I hurried to Yumoxuan.
Li Kang nodded politely to me and did not block my way. After so many years, it feels good to return to my old place and meet some familiar people.
Entering Yumoxuan with brisk steps, I wanted to enter the bedroom, but I felt that Yang Yumo should get up at this time, so should I go to the study to find him?
Just when I stopped and wanted to change direction, I suddenly remembered that I was Ping'er and was not familiar with Yumoxuan. How could I act like I knew everything about Yumoxuan?
I'm so stupid, I almost betrayed the gang. Fortunately, I didn't make a mistake, otherwise I would regret it.
From now on, I have to remember that I am no longer Pei Qian, nor Qian Feiyi, I am just Ping'er. A mute girl, she doesn't have many desires. As long as she has food to eat and a job, Ping'er will be satisfied.
.As the name suggests, she is just an ordinary woman, a woman without any characteristics.
Thinking of this, I no longer looked sneaky and walked straight into the bedroom.
Yang Yumo was leaning on the pillow and taking a nap. He didn't seem to have any inappropriate expressions about my coming in. He didn't open his eyes for the first time until I walked to his bed and picked up a pen and wrote: "Slave, get up."
It's too late. It's my slave's fault that I overslept and came late."
He didn't open his eyes for a long time, and he couldn't see the words I wrote.
I stood aside quietly, not daring to be presumptuous, and just waited for him to open his eyes. I stood there in an orderly manner, not daring to move. I kept repeating in my heart, I am Ping'er, a Ping'er who can endure hardships and stand hard work, and I don't have any
All I want is Ping'er who wants food and clothing. It seems like this, I have really become that Ping'er.