He glared at me and struck another blow, "You woman, your smile is so fake. I know you have something up your sleeve."
"No, you don't have anything for me to do. By the way, you haven't replied to what I just said. You have to promise me, otherwise you won't be allowed to handle any of your official business."
"I promise, I have never seen such a stubborn woman like you. It's just a small thing, but you still have to make a fuss. Since I didn't sleep well last night, I'll have a good sleep." Patted my head again,
This time, his hand slid through my hair as lightly as feathers, as if he was tempting me. Before I could say anything, he quickly walked away.
I lay contentedly on the recliner. From this seat, I could see Yang Yumo when I opened my eyes. If he did something bad, I could clearly see it. It was great.
I was indeed very sleepy. I had just leaned on the recliner, and sleep soon came over me. I no longer persisted, and soon I fell asleep. The moment before going to sleep, I was worried that Mu Yiqing's ghost would come.
Disturbing my sleep.
"Fei Yi, wake up, don't sleep anymore." Someone shook my arm, and I pushed his hand away angrily, shouting loudly: "Mu Yiqing, you big-headed ghost, you are so annoying!!"
I wish I could poke a few holes in his body. Sure enough, my worries were right. When I fell asleep, Mu Yiqing came to see me again. Didn't he say he was leaving? Why did he come back so soon?
I felt a burning gaze resting on me, and then I felt something was wrong. I opened my eyes wide and met Yang Yumo's cold eyes.
For a moment, I didn't know where I was. Looking around, I remembered that I wanted to rest here for a while. After Yang Yumo finished handling his business, he would wake me up.
"Yu Mo, have you finished handling your affairs?" I asked inarticulately, rubbing my sleepy eyes, feeling that I hadn't slept enough yet.
Yang Yumo didn't reply. I looked at him and saw that he was still looking at me coldly, exuding an aura of indifference that was thousands of miles away.
Is he angry?
Did I do something wrong? Before I went to bed, Yang Yumo was still talking and laughing with me. I also thought that Yang Yumo was actually not that difficult to get along with.
If I had known that Yang Yumo would look like a different person once I slept, I would not have slept.
I timidly pulled Yang Yumo's sleeve and asked coquettishly: "Yumo, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"