Ling Xuewei silently despised herself in her heart.
Is the feng shui in this divine world really that good?
Can one person change so much?
Or was it because she had been vacant for three years that she reacted so strongly?
Looking at Ling Xuewei's dazed look, Ye Moyan's thin lips curved up with an evil smile.
He has always known that he looks good. Over the years, countless women have approached him one after another. Faced with the obsession and intoxication on their faces, he only feels disgust in his heart.
But now, seeing the stupid expression on Ling Xuewei's face, I just feel cute for no reason.
At the same time, there was a faint sense of contentment in my heart.
It turns out that my appearance is not useless.
Ye Moyan has never paid much attention to appearance. He is just a skin. He will not take it with him in life or death. Sometimes, he even gets annoyed by the warblers and swallows caused by this face. Later, whenever he goes out, he will treat him with
Covering your face with a mask saves you a lot of trouble.
Now, he is actually glad that he has this skin.
At least, a certain little woman likes it very much.
"like?"
Ye Moyan suddenly approached, and his voice seemed to be carrying a hook, which made people's hearts itch.
Ling Xuewei stared blankly at Ye Moyan's handsome face close at hand, and subconsciously nodded, "I like it."
It wasn't until she heard a low laugh in her ears that she suddenly came back to her senses.
When he met Ye Moyan's teasing eyes, his face suddenly turned red!
It’s so embarrassing!
This man definitely did it on purpose!
"You did it on purpose!" Ling Xuewei angrily glared at Ye Moyan.
Ye Moyan laughed softly, and his laughter was low-alcohol and magnetic. On such a night, it was a little more exciting and intoxicating.
Ling Xuewei felt that if she continued like this, sooner or later she would die of heart failure.
Tonight, Ye Moyan was a little too gentle. She felt dizzy, as if she was drunk, and she was completely led by him.
The two of them were talking like this on the rooftop, looking at the stars, looking up and down, daily trivial matters, interesting stories about A Yuan and Mian Mian... The conversation started, and it was completely uncontrollable. Ling Xuewei almost forgot her original purpose.
The two seemed to have endless conversations, although most of the time, Ling Xuewei was talking and Ye Moyan was listening.
Ling Xuewei was not a talkative person originally, but for some reason, she always showed a bit of childishness in front of Ye Moyan, and tended to develop into a talkative person.
Unknowingly, she fell asleep in Ye Moyan's arms.
The corners of Ye Moyan's mouth were slightly hooked, and he was calm and peaceful. His waterfall-like long hair was half scattered on his shoulders, as smooth as the most beautiful silk in the world.
He gently stroked the silk-like hair, and his eyes fell on the face sleeping soundly in his arms.
There is always a gentle arc at the corner of her lips.
Watching this scene in the distance, Guan Zhixing suddenly felt that Miss Ling's appearance might not be all bad things.
At least, the master's face is no longer as cold and inhumane as before, but occasionally has expressions like those of ordinary men.
He was so gentle and treated like a treasure, something he had never seen before.
Over the years he has been with his master, it is rare to see his master look so happy.
He was sincerely happy for his master.
Ye Moyan picked up Ling Xuewei, who was sleeping soundly, and covered her with a cloak, leaving only her dark head exposed. He rested her head on his shoulder, and then carried her off the rooftop and back to the room.
When Ling Xuewei woke up, she found herself in a broad embrace.
The crisp, snow-like breath hits me, and it's so familiar and reassuring.
Ling Xuewei's limbs were restrained, her head rested under Ye Moyan's arm, and her entire upper body pressed against his chest.
The limbs are intertwined and clinging to each other.
The tip of her nose was filled with the delicious smell of Ye Mo Yan. For a moment, Ling Xuewei was a little confused.
Looking up, he saw Ye Moyan's handsome face.
He was still sleeping, and his slender eyelashes were curled and raised. From Ling Xuewei's angle, you could see a circle of shadows branded under his eyelids. His nose was high and straight, and from the side it looked as if it was sharpened by a ghostly axe. Then there was
Slightly pursed pale lips...
People say that people with thin lips are the thinnest people, but why isn’t he?
She had also wondered about this question before, but she never had an answer.
Since Ye Moyan left, Ling Xuewei often sees scenes like this in her dreams. She fantasizes countless times that when she opens her eyes and wakes up every day, Ye Moyan is beside her, unchanged. But every time she sees the empty bed beside her,
, disappointed countless times.
Now, Ye Moyan has finally returned to her side. This scene is what she has been looking forward to for countless days and nights.
Quiet and peaceful.
The years are quiet and peaceful.
Ling Xuewei raised her head, gently pressed a kiss on Ye Moyan's cheek, and then hurriedly got under the quilt. She secretly revealed her round eyes, and found that Ye Moyan was not awake, so she was bold enough to go over and kiss him again.
One more kiss...
Ling Xuewei was enjoying herself a lot, but little did she know that Ye Moyan had already opened her eyes.
She lowered her head and met a pair of smiling eyes.
I blinked and blinked, feeling a little guilty for no reason.
"Ahem, are you awake? I think there seems to be something on your face, so I'll pull it off for you..."
"With your mouth?"
"Ahem..." Ling Xuewei choked on her saliva.
Ye Moyan's voice still had the hoarse sound of just waking up, it was low and sexy, especially the scene where her clothes were half-undressed, revealing her fair and strong chest, which really shocked Ling Xuewei who woke up so early in the morning.
Her nose felt hot, and then she felt something hot slipping out.
When I wiped my hand, it was full of blood.
"..."
She hurriedly covered her nose to prevent the blood from dripping on the quilt, but it was obviously of no use. The blood dripped on her clothes and soon pooled together, which looked a bit scary.
At this time, a warm hand touched the back of her neck, helping her to raise her head, and then a clean handkerchief wiped the blood for her, "Look up, don't move."
Ye Moyan's face was very close, with obvious worry.
Ling Xuewei's face felt a little hot, and she felt that she was so embarrassed!
He actually got a nosebleed in front of Ye Moyan!
If she explains that she is really not obsessed with sex, will Ye Moyan believe her?
"Go to the bathroom."
After going to the bathroom, Ye Moyan washed her with clean water. After a while, the blood stopped flowing.
In fact, Ling Xuewei knew that it was probably due to the recent dry weather and the fact that she had been worried about leaving, so she got angry.
Looking into Ye Moyan's worried eyes, her face couldn't help but heat up, "I'm fine."
"Let Guanzhixing show it to you."
"It's really okay, I'm just a little angry..."
It was already a bit embarrassing, but if people found out that she had a nosebleed against Ye Moyan early in the morning, would she still want to live?
Ye Moyan saw her embarrassed expression, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he stopped teasing her, "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."
Ling Xuewei nodded obediently.
"Um... why am I in your room?" Ling Xuewei suddenly asked. (To be continued)