Night and day alternated. Yan Xixian opened her eyes and found that spring had arrived overnight. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, the early blooming begonias were swaying in the wind, and there were the sounds of birds chirping.
Her eyes were wide open, and she saw the luxurious bed, top-notch lamps, and large sofa... This bedroom was surprisingly large, and the terrace outside was lined with all kinds of roses that bloomed early: red ones.
White, blue, pink...everything is there.
She sat up, but she didn't have any strength in her body. She could only lean on the bedside and watch everything carefully with her eyes wide open. The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if this large room was dead and only ghosts were haunting it.
She walked to the door and just opened it. She saw two maids in uniform guarding the door. The maid was surprised: "Miss Yan, you finally woke up. You have been sleeping for several days. Do you feel better now?"
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She looked at this unfamiliar face in confusion.
The maid's expression was extremely respectful: "Miss Yan, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? The kitchen has prepared a lot of food suitable for patients. Just wait, they will be here soon..." She looked at the other maid, "
Xiaoliu, go and bring the food."
Xiaoliu meekly agreed and went out.
Bird's nest porridge, exquisite side dishes, steaming milk... Yan Xixian looked at all this in confusion. After a long while, she suddenly asked: "Where is my mother?"
No one answered her. The maid just smiled humblely and bowed to her: "Miss Yan, just call me Xiaoping."
Her name is Xiaoping, her name is Xiaoliu. Yan Xixi didn't recognize them, as if in a dream, she just asked: "Where is my mother?"
Xiaoping just stepped aside silently, with a professional smile still on her face. From time to time, she quietly glanced at this pale but extremely beautiful young woman, secretly guessing in her heart, could this woman be a psycho?
For a month, Yan Xixi was in a semi-drowsy state. The doctor came to see her several times and only said that it was caused by overuse, anxiety and sadness, and that she would be fine after a period of recuperation.
During these days, she had not seen anyone, not even the owner of this mansion. She had been in a muddle all day, like a bird in a golden cage, as sick as a bird.
On a bright spring afternoon, she finally stood up completely. At that time, her health was already very good. She finally carefully looked at the environment where she was, looking at the huge hanging garden: rockery, fountain, green grass.
, a large area of blooming roses, standing upstairs, you can see the scenery far and far away... I don't know what kind of person can have such luxurious enjoyment in a prime location.
However, she still didn't go downstairs.
Until there were footsteps.
She raised her head and met each other's eyes.
Wang Donglin almost held his breath: the woman opposite was standing next to a bush of pink roses, with dark hair, snow-like clothes, a rosy face, and bright eyes. The large roses next to her suddenly lost their color.
His heartbeat was pounding, and the hormones in his body seemed to rush to the top of his head. He stretched out his big hand and held her tightly in his arms...
Yan Xixi did not resist, and also lost the strength to resist. She just stiffened, but still did not struggle.
I never knew that a woman’s lips could be so sweet. They are the freshest stamens of the May rose, the first honey collected by the bees, the first ray of the new moon rising at dusk, and the first time that makes people enchanted.
