The hot lips lingered on the neck, leaving red lip marks one after another.
Just when Ye Moyan was about to continue going down, Ling Xuewei suddenly screamed.
"Ye Moyan!"
Ye Moyan paused and then straightened up.
At this moment, Ye Moyan's black pupils were faintly glowing with bloody red, like a beast from the demonic realm, exuding an aura of aggression.
The heat in her eyes was clearly reflected in her eyes, so hot that it almost burned her gaze.
The tiny cinnabar under the right eye, looking at it at this moment, is like the most beautiful blood, the most charming bone, arousing people's most lustful desires.
She never knew that a man could have such a charming side.
Like the red lotus in the devil's realm in the darkness, it blooms slowly, turning upside down and confusing.
Such a man was so strange that Ling Xuewei felt as if he was another person.
"Ye Mo Yan..."
Ling Xuewei called him, with a hint of hoarseness and uneasiness in her voice.
Ye Moyan's eyes flashed slightly, and the blood-redness in his eyes instantly faded, turning into the usual black.
After a while, the mania and strangeness in his body disappeared, and his eyes returned to their usual deepness.
Ling Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, "Are you okay?"
Ye Moyan's eyes were dark, and he stared at the woman under him motionlessly for a long time, then suddenly sighed.
Under Ling Xuewei's confused gaze, he stretched out his hand and gently embraced her into his arms.
He never thought that the self-control he had always been proud of would be so weak when facing the woman in front of him.
Just smelling her breath, holding her, and kissing her, he couldn't resist the urge to blend her into his blood.
He almost couldn't control his inner self and hurt her.
Not bad, not bad.
Feeling his mood swings, she asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Moyan hugged her tightly, and after a moment, he let go of her, gently scratched the tip of her nose, and said with a smile, "What you just did was punishment. If you tease me again in the future, it won't be like this."
Ling Xuewei's face turned red and she glared at him fiercely, "Rogue."
Ye Moyan smiled evilly, "I'm only rogue to you."
Ling Xuewei looked at him, "Should I praise you for co-writing?"
Ye Moyan chuckled, then rubbed her hair, and turned his eyes to her neck.
Ling Xuewei noticed his gaze, hurriedly immersed her body in the water, covered her chest, and looked at him angrily, "Get out!"
Ye Moyan made no move. Instead, he gently lifted her black hair and touched the wound on the side of her neck with his fingers. A trace of distress flashed in his eyes, "I'm sorry, does it hurt you?"
Ling Xuewei's face showed embarrassment.
Please, please don't make it so confusing, okay?
"Does it hurt?"
Ling Xuewei whispered back, "It's okay."
An unknown emotion flashed in Ye Moyan's eyes, and it passed so quickly that even Ling Xuewei didn't notice it.
"Get up, the wound won't heal if it gets wet."
As he was about to pull her up, Ling Xuewei hurriedly stopped her and said, "It's okay! I'll do it myself!"
Seeing her determined look, Ye Moyan stopped embarrassing her, stood up and walked up, "Dry your hair and come out. Don't stay too long."
"Um."
Ye Moyan put on some clothes and went out. Watching him leave, Ling Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she realized that her limbs were weak and she had no strength at all!
Recalling the intimate scene just now, she stared blankly.
It wasn't until the dull pain in her neck finally brought her back to reality. She patted her red cheeks with water, washed them casually, then stood up and got out of the pool.
After drying her body and putting on clean clothes, Ling Xuewei walked out.
When I went out, I didn't see Ye Moyan.
When she came to the main room, she saw the man leaning against the window.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but his aloof figure stood quietly in front of the window, as if cut off from the world and forming a space of its own.
Ling Xuewei frowned and stepped forward.
Ye Moyan seemed to hear her footsteps and turned around.
When he saw her slightly damp hair hanging behind her shoulders, he frowned slightly, "Why don't you dry your hair before you come out?"
Ling Xuewei turned her head and glanced at it, and said, "It's already very dry, so that's fine."
Ye Moyan stepped forward, took a clean silk cloth from the side, walked to the couch and sat down, turned to look at her, "Come here."
Ling Xuewei walked over and sat cross-legged in front of him, while Ye Moyan wiped her wet hair little by little with a silk cloth.
It was very quiet inside the house, and I could even hear the occasional chirping of birds outside.
"Why did you suddenly come to Qinglong Country?" Ling Xuewei suddenly asked.
Ye Moyan said calmly, "I have something to do here."
Ling Xuewei glanced at him and said this every time. Is it really such a coincidence?
"Have you done all the things you said before you left?"
"Well, it's done."
"Then how did you know that I went to Xiao Mansion?"
"I was going to the inn to look for you, but I happened to see you coming out, so I followed you all the way."
After hearing what he said, Ling Xuewei couldn't help but frown.
Ye Moyan followed her all the way, but she never noticed. Should she hit people like this?
As if he knew what she was thinking, Ye Moyan rubbed her head and said, "If I don't want you to know, of course you won't notice."
Ling Xuewei was speechless, "Such words are not comforting at all."
"Ha... I'm not comforting you, I'm trying to inspire you."
“What motivates me?”
"Nature inspires you to catch up with me as soon as possible."
Ling Xuewei pouted, "This kind of motivation method is useless at all, right?"
Ye Moyan smiled and said nothing. Ling Xuewei played with the corner of his clothes and said, "By the way, I promised to refine the weapons for you. The first batch has come out, but the number is only a hundred, and the rest are still there."
During the refining process, you can try a hundred of them first."
"Put it here with you first, and then give it to me after all the exercises are completed."
Ling Xuewei paused, nodded and said, "That's okay."
The two sat one behind the other, chatting. After a while, after wiping her hair, Ye Moyan took a wooden comb and combed her hair bit by bit.
The ink-like black hair was scattered behind Ling Xuewei's thin body. Ye Moyan looked at the woman's back and raised a soft smile at the corner of his mouth.
But such a peaceful and warm atmosphere was soon broken by the sound of even breathing. Ye Moyan looked at the sleeping woman who suddenly fell on top of him, and after a second of surprise, he laughed softly.
He stood up, hugged the woman sideways, and moved very gently.
When he came to the bed, he gently put her on the bed and covered her with the quilt.
As soon as she touched the soft bed, Ling Xuewei rolled up the quilt very naturally, wrapped herself into a silkworm chrysalis, then tilted her head and fell asleep again.
Ye Moyan couldn't help but chuckle again, looking at her innocent and innocent sleeping face, his eyes became softer.
He took out a beautifully crafted jade bottle, opened it, and immediately a clear medicinal fragrance overflowed.
Ye Moyan dipped some ointment on her fingertips and gently lifted up the black hair on her pillow, revealing the bloody wound on the side of her neck.
The moment he saw the wound, his eyes sank, a trace of regret quickly flashed through him, and then he carefully applied medicine to Ling Xuewei's wound.
As soon as the cool ointment touched her skin, the sleeping Ling Xuewei hummed comfortably, then rubbed her head against the soft cup like a kitten, and then fell into a deep sleep without consciousness.
A soft smile appeared at the corner of Ye Moyan's mouth, he put away the bottle, picked up the broken hair from her forehead, and tucked it behind her ears. He looked at her peaceful sleeping face and did not move for a long time.
His eyes turned and fell on her left hand. He gently held her hand, looked at the ring on her ring finger, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her ring finger. He then tucked the corner of the quilt for her, put down the curtain, and walked out.
"Yueqing."
As soon as the words fell, Yue Qing's figure immediately appeared in the room.
Ye Moyan walked to the table and sat down, his face returning to its former coldness and calmness.
"Send someone to monitor the Xiao Mansion. If you notice any bad behavior by them towards Wei'er, kill them directly."
The voice was light, but there was a hint of chilling air.
Yue Qing bowed and said, "Yes, I will do it immediately."
The figure flashed and disappeared into the room.
Ye Moyan rubbed the rim of the cup in his palm, his eyes as deep as a bottomless pool.
The aroma of tea in the cup is spreading, exuding wisps of white air.
After a moment, Ye Moyan lowered his head, stroked the slightly cool rim of the cup, stood up and walked to the window. With a flick of his wrist, all the Xueyu Hancui tea worth a hundred kilograms was poured into the potted cypress pine plant on the windowsill.
Putting down the cup, his eyes fell on the dark night in the distance, and a dark red light flashed instantly, and it was fleeting.
The next day, when Ling Xuewei woke up, it was already bright.
The streets outside are already lively, and occasionally you can hear the sounds of vendors running around and shouting.
Ling Xuewei sat up in a daze, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings around her, and felt dazed.
She had just gotten up and her head hadn't started working yet, but at this moment, a familiar and handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She blinked and looked at him doubtfully, "Why did I dream of a beautiful man so early in the morning?
Ye Moyan's face..."
Ye Moyan was startled, and then burst into laughter.
This laugh completely woke up Ling Xuewei. She looked blankly at the man beside the bed, and then she suddenly realized what she had just said, and she suddenly felt embarrassed.
She is now pretending to be asleep, can she still be saved?
Ye Moyan looked at her embarrassed look and finally stopped laughing, but there was still a smile on his face, "Get up when you wake up, breakfast is ready."
Ling Xuewei lowered her head and responded obediently, "Oh."
Then he stopped talking.
Ye Moyan looked at her drooped head and the strand of dull hair on the top of her head, and couldn't help but laugh again. He raised her head, pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then stroked her sleepy head.
Goddess of Hair smiled and said, "The toiletries are in the bathroom. Just come out after washing. I'll wait for you outside."
After saying that, he walked out.
Ling Xuewei saw him leaving, and the next second she threw herself under the pillow and rolled all over the bed!
By the way, when did she fall asleep last night? How did she get to bed?
Thinking that Ye Moyan was here, he must have carried her to bed.
She remembered that Xueqiu always complained about her rolling around on the bed and kicking around when she was sleeping. Her sleep state was extremely bad, so she should have been fine yesterday?