All night, Ye Moyan hugged Ling Xuewei tightly, unwilling to let go for a moment.
Ling Xuewei burst into tears and her heart ached unbearably.
She even wanted to check whether Ye Moyan was injured. How could using his ability on such a large scale not affect her?
Unintentionally, she saw the white hair on Ye Moyan's temples...
Ling Xuewei was shocked!
When cultivators reach a certain level, they can stay young forever and have an ageless appearance.
According to Ye Moyan's cultivation level, it should be even more like this.
But where did this white hair come from?
What kind of pain and despair can make a man who has always been calm and rational turn his hair gray?
At that moment, Ling Xuewei's heart felt as if it had been stabbed by thousands of knives, and she could only feel the blood dripping from her heart.
Heartache.
Feeling distressed.
Ling Xuewei wished she could replace Ye Moyan.
Why does this man never say anything?
Doesn't he know that the more this happens, the more uncomfortable he will feel?
That night, neither of them spoke, and they just cuddled each other until dawn.
The next day, they had such a tacit understanding that no one mentioned what happened yesterday again.
But since then, Ling Xuewei has become more attached to Ye Moyan.
If you act coquettishly or cheat, you will tell him wherever you go. If you have any ideas, you will tell him in advance.
She stayed with Ye Moyan when he was handling government affairs.
Ye Moyan read a book, and she sat beside him, giving him some tea from time to time.
Ye Moyan is practicing, and Ling Xuewei is also with him. When he finishes practicing, he will see the snacks that Ling Xuewei just made placed on the table in front of him.
No matter what he did, as long as he turned around, he would see Ling Xuewei.
Her big black and white eyes looked straight at him, and then she smiled brightly.
It seemed that at that moment, Ye Moyan seemed to hear the sound of ice and snow melting.
My heart is so soft.
This day.
After Ye Moyan finished handling the government affairs, he turned around and saw Ling Xuewei, who had fallen asleep from sleepiness.
Ling Xuewei was nestled on a soft couch not far away. She was a small ball and looked particularly petite. Her beautiful face was quiet and peaceful, and she slept soundly.
Ye Moyan's heart softened, he stood up, walked over, and picked her up.
As soon as she left the soft couch, Ling Xuewei woke up.
Vaguely, he saw Ye Moyan's face, his familiar chest and smell.
Ling Xuewei yawned greatly, and then said in a confused voice, "Are you done with your work? Are you hungry? I stewed chicken soup...heated it in the pot...I'll bring it to you..."
"No, I'm not hungry."
Ye Moyan stopped Ling Xuewei, put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
Meeting her sleepy and confused eyes, Ye Moyan rubbed her hair, "Actually, you don't have to do this..."
These days, how could Ye Moyan fail to see that Ling Xuewei's change was because she was worried about him.
That night, he really lost control.
Ye Moyan knew that his loss of control had frightened Ling Xuewei, so during this period Ling Xuewei hardly left him.
Ye Moyan smiled bitterly in his heart.
He knows how possessive he is. It used to be so, but now it's getting worse. Now, it's even pathological.
Ye Moyan couldn't stand the sight of Ling Xuewei surrounded by other men, couldn't bear the sight of her not looking at him for a moment, even if they were her friends in that group of people...
Ye Moyan didn't even want Ling Xuewei to pay too much attention to their child.
This feeling is almost abnormal.
And he just wanted that Ling Xuewei's eyes were all about him. Those clear eyes could only see him. All the joy, anger, sorrow and joy were only for him.
There is a wild beast locked up in his heart, and he doesn't know when it will be released.
Ye Moyan was afraid that one day he would lose control completely and hurt Ling Xuewei.
Would Ling Xuewei still love herself like this without hesitation?
Will she be afraid?
Ye Moyan knew that Ling Xuewei had noticed something, otherwise there would not have been such changes these days.
He discovered that he was so greedy for such Ye Mo Yan.
The more you have, the more greedy you become, like a bottomless pit, you want to fuse the other person into your bones and blood, and carve it into your soul.
At this moment, Ye Moyan's eyes flashed with red light.
Enchanting and evil to the extreme.
Ling Xuewei didn't notice that she hadn't had a good rest these days and was a little drowsy at the moment. "I'm fine anyway. I've finished all my work during the day. Besides, Diandian and Mianmian also need to eat..."
Obviously Ling Xuewei didn't understand what someone meant.
Ye Moyan looked at the corner of his mouth and his expression had returned to normal.
The hand came to her cheek, brushed her eyebrows, eyes, face...and then came to her lips.
Ling Xuewei subconsciously rubbed his palm like a kitten.
This action made Ye Moyan's eyes darken.
When she came back to her senses, her body was pinned down on the bed, her eyes darkened, and an overwhelming amount of kisses came to her.
Ling Xuewei couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but she quickly came to her senses, naturally put her arms around Ye Moyan's shoulders, and began to respond.
The spring breeze turned into rain, softening the impatience in this kiss until it became moist and gentle.
These days, Ling Xuewei has become accustomed to someone's "raid" from time to time.
She would be suddenly attacked while sitting reading.
She changes clothes, or eats snacks, or is in a daze, or takes a nap...
Out of nowhere, someone would pull her into his arms and kiss her hard.
He won't let go until he kisses her until she can't breathe, her face turns red, and she can't breathe.
Ling Xuewei wanted to give some advice several times, but when she looked into someone's dark eyes, all her words were stuck in her throat.
That's all, as long as he likes it.
Little did they know that Ling Xuewei's indulgent look was like a catalyst and a poppy, making Ye Mo Yan even more addictive and unable to extricate himself.
No man can bear such a look.
Ling Xuewei is like poison.
Ye Moyan wanted to pamper her, but in the end he bullied her even more.
Until she cried and begged for mercy, showing the helpless expression she wanted to see.
Only then could Ye Moyan feel that his heart was filled.
will be satisfied.
Such pathological possession circulates day by day.
There is no cure.
Incomprehensible.
However, it is as sweet as glutinous rice.
A lovely night.
Until dawn.
…
When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn.
Ling Xuewei felt that she could no longer "degenerate" like this.
Not to mention that Di Jian winked every time he saw her these days, even Diandian and Mianmian looked angry, saying that she only stayed with her father and not them, which made her face very hot.
Ling Xuewei felt that she had to have a serious talk with Ye Moyan.
At this time, the door opened and Ye Moyan walked in.
"woke up?"
"Um……"
Ling Xuewei pulled the quilt and buried her naked body under it.
Thinking of last night... her face felt a little hot.
The bed felt heavy, and Ye Moyan sat down, leaned over and kissed Ling Xuewei's forehead.
"Are you hungry?"
This voice is low-mellow and sexy, and it sounds so good.
Ling Xuewei shook her head, "It's okay..."
As a result, Ye Moyan pulled the quilt and got in, and then Ling Xuewei fell into his arms.