Mu Lingyue looked him up and down as if she were seeing him for the first time, clasped her hands on her chest, slightly raised the corners of her lips, and said with a smile, "Who do I like? What does it have to do with you? You seem to be very
You look concerned, if it wasn't because you fell in love with me, why do you care so much about who I like and what I like?"
Dongfang Wuye was unable to speak for a while.
Mu Lingyue's heart jumped twice, wasn't it? She was really right?
Dongfang Wuye likes her??
She just said a few words casually, but now looking at Dongfang Wuye's reaction... something is wrong, something is wrong.[
Why didn't he speak, why did he look at him silently, and why did his eyes keep flickering as if he was right by her words.
This situation is a bit embarrassing at this moment.
"I was joking with you. Look, I scared you."
She opened her mouth to break the silence, then changed the subject and said, "You can help him to your room first, and I'll make some sobering soup."
After saying that, she turned around and left.
Fortunately, Dongfang Wuye didn't stop her. She walked faster and faster, as if she was running, and soon she disappeared.
Feng Biluo was still mumbling to herself, Dongfang Wuye listened attentively, he kept calling the word "Yan Mo Girl", Dongfang Wuye frowned, helped him walk into the room, and
Regardless of whether he heard it or not, he said in a serious tone, "Feng Biluo, you must stop thinking about her. You must know your identity. Yanmo is not a good person. You are a god and she is a demon. They are not tolerated by heaven and earth.
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Feng Biluo couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. As soon as she heard the word Yanmo, she started to say again and again, "Girl Yanmo, I really like it. It doesn't matter if you don't like me, but... you don't want to
Hate me, okay?"
As he spoke, he took Dongfang Wuye's hand, put his face against the back of his hand, and rubbed it gently like a small animal.
The feeling of the smooth and delicate skin rubbing against the back of his hand made Dongfang Wuye get goosebumps all over his body. She slapped his head away, and Feng Biluo climbed up without giving up, grabbing his hand to rub it.
"Yanmo girl...Yanmo girl..."
Dongfang Wuye knitted his brows tightly together and pursed his lips. He couldn't bear it any longer, "Feng Biluo, if you do this again, believe it or not, I'll knock you out with a palm."
Feng Biluo mumbled a few words, not knowing what he was talking about, but she became more behaved and stopped harassing him.
Dongfang Wuye helped him into the house and placed him on the bed.
Feng Biluo hugged the quilt on the bed as soon as it touched the bed, rubbed her face on the back of the brocade, and shouted the name of Yan Mo tirelessly. Her face was red with the smell of alcohol, like a flower blooming in late autumn.
Begonia, her elegant and exquisite face exudes a rare charm.
Hearing him call Yan Mo again and again, he frowned and pulled out a white light from his fingertips to hit his forehead. Feng Biluo's body moved and fell into a deep sleep.
When Mu Lingyue brought the sobering soup, she saw that Feng Biluo had already fallen asleep. She put the bowl on the table and said to Dongfang Wuye who was standing by the window, "You should drink this soup. You also drank a lot."
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Dongfang Wuye turned around, glanced at the steaming hangover soup on the table, and said in a sour tone, "You let me drink it because he couldn't drink it. I'm not drunk, so there is no need to drink this."