After calming down for a moment, she arranged her soaked clothes and picked up the quilt to cover her naked body.
Her round little face, upturned eyelashes, and small lips seemed to be the work of God. She looked like a fallen angel in her sleep...
As he watched, Yun Aotian's lips couldn't help but trace a fond smile, but...
"Money...needs..."
The intermittent whispers brought him back to reality. He looked like an angel, but who could see his heart?
She even dreams about money, how greedy is she???
The image of Han Yi'er taking the initiative to be debauched in the hotel came to mind, as well as the image of abandoning all dignity for money...
With that cold satanic face hanging on his face, Yun Aotian laid her down and quickly left the bedroom...
"Master..." Xiaoxuan, who was coming towards him, looked at Yun Aotian nervously.
"Pa" He swept the water bowl in Xiaoxuan's hand with one hand and he roughly knocked it to the ground. The cold air wrapped around his body and he walked away without saying a word...
Xiaoxuan stared blankly at Yun Aotian's back. He only came out to drink water and was scolded. He knocked over the water bowl and went to replace it. But now...
Pat, pat, a few crystal tears flowed down the corners of Xiaoxuan's eyes. He has been working hard at this house for a year and has never received a word of scolding from the young master. But since Yi'er came, the young master initially wanted to
I fired myself, and now I am constantly scolding myself. What did I do wrong?
still……
Because Yi'er doesn't like him? So the young master always targets him again and again?
Thinking of this, Xiaoxuan looked at Han Yi'er sleeping in the room without confusion...
She didn't sleep the whole night, and stayed by Han Yi'er's side to take care of her. She only hoped that everything she did now could move Han Yi'er and become good friends with her...