But wait, what Yan Yeyi drank just now was this soju that I mistakenly thought was mineral water. He clearly knew why he drank it in one gulp. He is really an inexplicable guy.
"Wow! Hot, hot, hot..." Holding the paper box soaked in a hundred-degree heat, I jumped up to Yan Yeyi.
"Huhu..." He blew on his red fingers and pinched Yan Yeyi's ears without thinking.
Yan Yeyi's ears felt cold, and his hot fingers felt a little better.
"Idiot, why are you looking at me like this? I know you are of noble blood, but you can choose not to eat it!"
What is he doing? Isn't he just pinching his ears? There's no need to jump up from the stool in excitement!
You still look at me like this, as if your father is dead and your mother is gone, why are you so sad?
"Idiot, eat it quickly, I won't kill you." I pushed him aside unhappily, sat down at the computer desk, and started turning the mouse.
"Okay!" Yan Yeyi's excessive quietness made me uncomfortable. He sat next to me, but I felt strange.
The smell of hot instant noodles rushed into my nose. It had a familiar aroma. I really regretted not making myself a cup.
"Cough..." Yan Ye seemed to be choked and coughed in a low voice, his face turned red like a ripe red apple.
"Yan Yeyi, although I'm thinking about it, I haven't grabbed it from you yet! Why are you in a hurry? Eat slowly."
I rolled my eyes at him, turned my head in disdain, and continued my online game.
"Yan Yeyi, if you are tired, go to bed. Don't worry! I won't molest you. I will go to my mother's room later." Looking at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, it was already early morning.
But…
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"Yan Yeyi, where is my mother?" God, forgive me for being such an unfilial descendant! Only now do I think of my dear mother.
"Going abroad," Yan Ye said disapprovingly as he sat on the bed.
"What!" I felt like I had heard the most shocking news in the world. I jumped to Yan Yeyi's side with excitement and looked at him with wide eyes to make sure he was right.
"Yeah." Yan Yeyi looked at me lightly, with a little sadness in his eyes.
"Mom, I have to face everything by myself. When will I wake up?" Ever since that man left, am I destined to bear it by myself?
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