Chu Yue sat on Ye Mohan's lap, poured herself another glass of wine, then simply picked up the wine bottle and drank.
Ye Mohan lowered his head, frowned, and his eyes fell on the girl's feet.
It would be no exaggeration to say that those pair of jade feet are as crystal clear as jade, as white as snow, and as beautiful as exquisite.
He leaned forward slightly, wrapped his big hands around her feet, and the peaks of his eyebrows were like knots, full of depression, and asked in a deep voice: "Why is it so cold?"
Ye Mohan picked her up by the waist, and the girl nestled in his arms, holding a wine bottle and taking several sips.
Ye Mohan didn't notice that her cheeks were a little red and her eyes were a little wandering.
Returning to the couch, he took out the shoes and socks and put them on for her with gentle and meticulous movements, as if he were protecting a treasure.
Unexpectedly, Ye Mohan had just put on the second foot for her, and she took the first one out of the soft boot, shook her foot, and threw off the white sock.
Ye Mohan was stunned.
After a moment of silence, he took the trouble to pick up the shoes and socks and put them on again for Chu Yue.
But at this moment, the other foot, which had just been put on, took off the shoes and socks, revealing the white foot, and shook it playfully and proudly a few times.
Ye Mohan finally realized something was wrong, turned his head suddenly and looked into a pair of innocent and pitiful eyes, which had long lost their usual murderous aura.
The girl's eyes were filled with tears, like a pitiful and aggrieved little girl.
She sniffed, hugged the wine bottle, and took another sip.
She looked at Ye Mohan with wide eyes and said, "Don't wear it."
"Good boy, can we put it on?" Ye Mohan coaxed patiently.
"No!"
The girl turned her head away.
If Rakshasa, Ye Gucheng and others saw him like this, they would probably be scared out of their bodies.
this......
Is he still their cold-blooded and cruel master?
Ye Mohan put his shoes and socks aside and let the girl sit on his lap, dangling her white and tender feet.
"Okay, then we won't wear any more." Ye Mohan pinched her cheek.
The girl knelt on his lap, hooked her hands around his neck, and gently blocked his lips.
Chu Yue’s smile is as bright as a flower,
"Little pillow, wait for me when I save enough money to marry you home."
Her voice was not as clear as before, but softer.
Ye Mohan was stunned for a moment, but those words about marrying him home made him happy.
Suddenly, Ye Mohan had a serious look on his face, he clamped his hands on her waist, pinched her lightly punitively, and said in a deep voice: "You are not allowed to drink anywhere without me in the future."
"No." She refused.
No one can order her.
"Be good, okay?" Ye Mohan's attitude was gentle and no longer aggressive.
Chu Yue smiled, "Okay."
She likes to be obedient, and pillows are no exception.
Ye Mohan breathed a sigh of relief, and the girl lay on his body, wrapping her hands around his neck and placing them on his shoulders.
"I heard it, it was a heartbeat." Chu Yue said.
"It's beating for you." Ye Mohan looked at her tenderly.
Chu Yue stopped talking and lay on his body, her mood seemed to become very depressed.
Tears flowed from the eyes drop by drop.
Ye Mohan felt her sadness and was a little confused.
He rarely interacts with people, let alone girls, and doesn't know how to deal with such a thing.
But seeing the girl's tears, his heart felt the same pain.
In my ears, the girl's choking voice sounded: "Pillow, do you know?"
Ye Mohan listened patiently, while the girl sprayed hot air next to his ear.
She said: "I am just an evil ghost that no one wants, even Lord Yama refuses to accept me."
"..."
Her world-weariness started when her mother said with a ferocious face that she was an evil spirit.
Ye Mohan's heart and soul seemed to be split apart at this moment, and the pain spread to his limbs and bones in an instant.