Chapter 33: It's time for the young master to rest
When night falls on a new day, the stars in the sky are shining brightly, and even the moon is so bright, making the road that should be invisible in the dark appear bright.
Wearing white clothes and a silver coat, Mo Yan stood in front of the window. At this moment, she wanted to pick off the moon in the sky, not because the moon was so beautiful that her heart moved, but because she didn't want to see it so bright at night.
the light
The silver light only reminded Mo Yan of how embarrassing her current situation was. She could obviously escape, but fate forced her to stay here.
"Sir, it's time to rest," Xiao Man stood behind Mo Yan, watching Mo Yan look at the bright moon in the sky. Her lonely and lonely figure made people feel distressed, but after all, she was just a maid and there was no way she could fight against a maid.
The powerful prince
Xiaoman saw Mo Yan like this not just once, but every time she couldn't say anything and could only watch silently. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she would tell Mo Yan to rest.
"Go down," she said two words coldly. Mo Yan didn't like having someone around her at all, but Xiaoman would always appear behind her.
The gentle wind blows, making people shiver. The wind is a bit cold, and people's hearts also feel cold.
"Sir, it's time to rest," Xiaoman said respectfully but did not allow Mo Yan to refuse, "The prince will be unhappy if he finds out."
"Your Majesty?" A sarcastic smile appeared on Mo Yan's lips. He reached out and threw his coat to the ground. Whether intentionally or not, Mo Yan stepped on the clothes, walked around Xiao Man and walked to the bed.
Prince? Is it because of that person that these people treat me like this? She is not anyone's property at all. Mo Yan's heart suddenly felt pain at this moment. In fact, what she wants is very simple. She only needs people's sincerity.
Just treat
"Young Master, rest," Xiao Man saw Mo Yan standing in front of the bed and Mo Yan lying down, she slowly said again, "Your Majesty will not come tonight."
Xiaoman looked at Mo Yan quietly with her eyes. Xiaoman only felt that the stunning and slightly pale face was so distressing. She really wanted to go forward but couldn't.
"Well," Mo Yan stopped talking. Instead, she lay on the bed and closed her eyes. Even when she went to sleep, someone had to stand by her side to remind her. A reminder is worse than an order.
Mo Yan felt that she had long lost her autonomy in Mu Feng's eyes, and she was just an accessory to Mu Feng.