"I have eaten enough. If I see your beauty, I will feel that I don't need to eat this meal. Beauty, just looking at it will make me full." I replied with a little anger.
It was unintentional to be sarcastic at first, but now when I think of Yang Yumo's group of beauties, I feel that this man is the reincarnation of a pervert and is annoying to look at.
"We'll talk about these things later. Now, it's important to eat, otherwise I'll finish all the dishes." The rogue smile on Yang Yumo's face faded, and he looked at us with a vague look.
The few maids who were making noise here sounded warning.
It turned out that it was for the sake of the leader of the Yu Ren League.
Anyway, I don't care how many beauties he has. Anyway, he has many beauties, and it's not just a matter of one or two days. Besides, now that I want to like Yang Yumo, he has so many beauties, which is far from my original intention.
My wish is to find a man who is devoted to me, not a playboy like Yang Yumo.
Thinking of this, I feel suffocated.
After quickly grabbing a few mouthfuls of rice and grabbing some vegetables, I put down my bowls and chopsticks and quickly walked out of the dining room.
I want to go outside and get some air. Anyway, I feel comfortable if I don’t look at Yang Yumo’s face.
Rapid footsteps sounded behind me. I rushed forward quickly, and the footsteps behind me also became faster.
In an instant, there was someone blocking my way and not allowing me to leave.
It was already dark. At this hour, there was a cold breeze, the lights were dim, and there was an eerie silence. The figure and robe of the man in front of me blended into the night.
I seemed to see that the man in front of me was Mu Yiqing in a black robe. This seemed a bit strange. How could I have this illusion?
Why did Mu Yiqing never let me live a good life after her death? At this moment, I have this absurd delusion, which is really ridiculous.
"If you have anything to say, just say it." Yang Yumo said nothing, so I could only break the silence.
"There are indeed many beauties in Qianmeizhu. There seem to be thousands. But I know very few and have seen very few. I just ordered people to throw the beautiful women there. If I hang out with them every day,
Am I going to die from exhaustion?" At the end of the sentence, Yang Yumo's voice had a teasing, unserious tone.
"Anyway, that's your beauty. How could you not have seen your beauty when you left it there?" I sneered and replied disdainfully.
Yang Yumo lied and didn't make a draft. Could it be that these beauties were abandoned in Qianmeizhu without him? Who would believe this?