suddenly proposed to take her for a walk in the mountains. She was curious about it and wanted to go, but she didn't want to go for a walk with him.The stone path was wide and gentle, with each step l...Tong Yimo tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. It wasn't until the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn that she finally felt sleepiness creep over her, drifting off into a hazy slumber.

But, it seemed she hadn't fallen asleep again.

Because she saw a luxurious restaurant with candles, flowers, a birthday cake, and colorful heart-shaped balloons floating on the ceiling....

Where is this

Is this a dream

Tong Yimo slightly frowned.

In a flash, she saw a couple appear beside the dining table.

That girl looked exactly like her. The man was Leng Yechen.

The girl's voice was sweet and soft. She crossed her arms and said, "Big brother..."

She couldn't quite make out the rest of what was said, only that before the girl could finish her words, the man stepped forward and embraced her, kissing her lips to silence her.

Very romantic, very warm, very nostalgic……

They sang happy birthday together, blew out the candles together, and cut the cake together. It was just a birthday party for the two of them.

Throughout the entire process, Tong Yimò felt like an outsider, or perhaps a spectator, watching Leng Yeshen and that girl laugh and chat merrily, kissing sweetly and intimately.

But such a beautiful scene suddenly took a sharp turn.

"Don't forget your mission."

A raspy voice, like that of a demon, echoed in my mind.

Tong Yimo suddenly opened her eyes and found that it was already past noon.

Today, it was rare for no one to call her up. It was also rare that Madam Leng and Old Master Leng didn't need her to accompany them in learning calligraphy, chess, painting, and poetry, those elegant things.

The moment Tong Yimo woke up, she jolted upright, finding the images from her dream as vivid as yesterday, the memories crystal clear.

Does she have a mission

What is her mission

Why would that strange voice suddenly appear in a dream

Tong Yimo frowned, her willow eyebrows slightly furrowed, a puzzled look on her face.

"Having a nightmare"

A cold voice came from beside my ear.

Tong Yi Mo instinctively turned her head, only to see Leng Ye Chen in a suit and tie, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her meaningfully.

"I..." Tong Yimo hesitated, her heart pounding erratically as she lowered her gaze.

"I'm going to Columbia, America, to take care of some things. Are you staying here or coming with me" Leng Ye Chen asked calmly.

It seems like every time he goes on a trip, he asks her if she wants to go with him

Tong Yimo's eyes rolled, she lifted the covers, and raised her hands to hook around Leng Yechen's neck.

She was still wearing the black lace slip dress from last night. Maybe because of the daylight, the dress was almost transparent, and the curves of her beauty were on full display right before his eyes.

"I'll stay here and wait for you to come back." Tong Yimo answered very obediently, just like last time, after a pause, she continued, "Big brother...you...do you want...to continue doing what we didn't finish last night"

"What do you want to do with me" Leng Ye's dark eyes narrowed slightly, his tone calm.

Tong Yimo's face, "zeng" - with a flash, turned red all over.

His large hand immediately clasped her slender waist, lifting her skirt to slide along her spine and gently up to the butterfly bone on her left side.

There was a small indentation, the size of a sesame seed, on his palm. It was a tiny mole, unique to Yimo, and he had discovered it during one of their intimate moments.

Unless he pointed it out, she wouldn't even know herself that there was a black mole on her left collarbone.

Tong Yimo could only feel her whole body tingling with numbness from his touch, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"That... you just tap, I..." Her words were cut short as his other hand, index finger tightly pressed against his middle finger, went under the black triangular piece of cloth on her body...

A sharp pain caused Tong Yimo to unconsciously press her legs together.

Cold Night withdrew his hand calmly, and let her go at the same time. His voice was unusually cold: “I have to catch a plane. Stay home well.”

After he finished speaking, he calmly got up as if nothing had happened.

Tong Yimo stared blankly at Leng Yeshen's indifferent departing figure, a sense of foreboding inexplicably rising in her heart.

After leaving the room, Leng Ye sank into consciousness and lowered her eyes to look at her own hand. She was still a virgin.

On her twenty-seventh birthday, Yimo gave him her virginity. She wasn't a virgin anymore.

But why did she also have that mole on her collarbone

Cold Night Chen took out a tissue, calmly wiped the blood from his hand, and then called Lian Huasheng: "Huasheng, I think your guess might be right."

"Then what are you going to do with her" Lian Huasheng asked deeply, then hesitated and said to himself, "It's my fault. I should have confirmed it myself first before notifying you."

Cold Ye sank his face into a grim expression and replied, “You needn't feel guilty. I will keep her at the Cold family estate for now. As long as she doesn't make a move first, I won't lay a finger on her.”

"Then be careful." Lian Huasheng kindly reminded.

In the cold night, Chen Ying replied, "Good."

After hanging up the phone, Leng Ye got into his own private car.

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