Yu Beiming fed her again, but she stopped eating and shook her head, "I don't want to eat."
Yu Beiming raised his eyebrows, "You're full after just a little bit? No way."
"I don't want to eat, I can't eat." She just doesn't want to eat, she has no appetite.
Yu Beiming didn't force her anymore, put the bowl down, wiped her mouth, then pulled her to stand up and walked outside Fuyao Hall.
"Where to go?" Mo Xiaohuan asked him
He didn't say anything, just pulled her away
She looked in this direction, it seemed to be the direction to Sibiyuan
Sure enough, he took her into Sibiyuan and took her to sit down on the swing.
There was a distance from Fuyao Hall to here. Mo Xiaohuan was sitting on the swing to rest, while he was sitting on the other end and said, "Do you know why I do this?"
Mo Xiaohuan had never heard him say why he did this, and he never told her, so she didn't ask.
He had not recovered his identity when he did it, and she only knew that it was him who did it. When he came back, she forgot to ask. It was only now that he asked that she remembered that he had never said anything.
"Why?" she asked him
"Because you like it" Yu Bei Ming said
"I like it?" Mo Xiaohuan was puzzled. It was Mo Qinghuan who liked it.
Yu Beiming looked at her and said, "You have liked it since before, so I ordered someone to make one for you."
Mo Xiaohuan was silent. She had never said she liked the swing in front of him. Although she liked it very much, he did this because he wanted to be like Mo Qinghuan.
The bitter taste came to my mind again
"This place is called Sibiyuan. I never thought about letting you live here, but I still let you live in." Yu Beiming changed the topic and said some irrelevant words.
Mo Xiaohuan couldn't understand. He said this and that all at once. What did he mean?
Seeing her confusion, Yu Beiming smiled, got off the swing, and gently swayed the swing to let her float on it.
The swing is getting faster and faster. Mo Xiaohuan doesn't like this feeling. She likes to sit on the swing because it is comfortable. She never wants to go fast, she just wants to swing slowly.
"I'm afraid... stop shaking it," Mo Xiaohuan said to him, but held it in his hand
Yu Beiming stopped, slowly pulled the swing to a stop, and said something that made her even more puzzled, "She is not afraid, she likes to go fast, and she smiles very sweetly."
She? Why did he use the third person? Isn’t she Mo Qinghuan? It should be in the second person.
"You may have remembered wrongly. I don't like Kuai. Have you ever played with Mo Qinghuan? We are still childhood friends..." Mo Xiaohuan glared at him with contempt.
Yu Beiming pulled her down and walked outside Sibiyuan. He gently pinched her nose with one hand and said, "Just go slow if you like."
Mo Xiaohuan raised her head and glared at him, "Just say some incomprehensible things!"
He smiled silently, but his dark eyes were very expressive, as if he was conveying a message.
Mo Xiaohuan's heart suddenly jumped slightly, and her eyelids also jumped. Strange, what happened today?
She had to find a ring, otherwise her heart would beat out and her eyelids would fall off if she kept dancing like this.
So Yu Beiming went to the meeting again after seeing Mo Xiaohuan back to Fuyao Palace. This time he said it would be late and he might not be able to have dinner with her.
Mo Xiaohuan was still stunned. He took her to Bisiyuan just because he said those incomprehensible words and looked at him weirdly?
No? God, who will tell her what's wrong with him? Is it something evil?
Xiao Tao saw her look when she walked out of the palace, and asked her puzzledly, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Why do you look like you're dying?"