at interest.Then Liu's wife continued, "This is Miss Tong Yimo, the new bride of Master Leng Zhujing and the second young mistress of the Leng family. Miss, this is Lian Huasheng, Dr. Lian, the person...Luo Yi was worried about Leng Yechen's frail body in the cold night. When he wanted to drink the wine in his cup all at once again, she instinctively blocked the cup and snatched it from his hand.

"Brother, don't drink anymore, drinking too much hurts your body."

A soft, gentle and warm voice entered Leng Yechen's ears in the cold night.

He raised his dazed black eyes, tilting his head slightly, following the sound to look at the woman beside him who was trying to stop him.

“You… huh—” Leng Yechen smiled meaningfully, leaning sideways and suddenly getting closer to her. A pair of drunken black eyes stared straight at the woman’s shy water-like eyes.

Luo Yi Rou Zheng was waiting for his next words, but he suddenly plunged his head into her neck. His scent filled her senses once again.

The wind, as winter approaches, carries a chill that bites at your face with a sharp, almost painful sting.

Luoyi ate her strength to support the drunk, unconscious Leng Yechen. She wrapped his long arm around her shoulders, holding his wrist in one hand and his waist with the other, pulling him towards the parking lot.

She finally got him into the car, intending to take him back to her apartment. Who knew he would lie in the back seat, mumbling orders like: "Take me home."

Not drunk!

Luo Yi was startled, and subconsciously turned her head to glance at Leng Ye Chen, but she found that he was closing his eyes.

Could it be that you were talking in your sleep

Luo Yi hesitated for a moment, but still decided to drive Leng Yechen back to his private house in Binjiang City.

She and Liu's wife worked together to move Leng Yechen onto the bed. They were already exhausted, their bodies drenched in sweat from the effort.

When Liu's wife saw Luo Yi sitting on the floor beside the big bed, she smiled and said, "Stay here tonight! Don't bother moving around anymore."

"Good," Luo Yirou raised her head to look at Liu's aunt, smiling with satisfaction.

She likes the fact that Leng Yechen is a night owl, only afraid that everyone in the world knows it.

Mrs. Liu was a smart woman. After glancing at Leng Yechen, she continued, “I’ll leave the young master in Miss Luo’s care.”

"Well, don't worry. Aunt Liu, you should go to sleep first!" Luo Yirou nodded slightly.

After Aunt Liu left, even breaths of cold night fell upon the bed from Chen Jun.

He seemed to have fallen asleep in the past.

Luo Yi rested for a while, got up from the ground, went to take off his shoes for him, and then brought warm water to wipe his face.

She wiped his face while gazing dreamily at his handsome features.

Mature and steady, with a hint of unspeakable vicissitudes between the brows.

Over the past six months, Leng Yechen has changed drastically. Without Tong Yimo by his side, he is even more cold and ruthless than before.

And such a state of him pained her, even if he didn't love her, she couldn't bear to leave him.

Her eyes, soft as flowing water, lingered without restraint on those tightly closed orbs.

She knew that beneath his handsome sword eyebrows lay a pair of captivating black eyes.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could just watch him like this for the rest of my life

Only when he slept like this, could she quietly snuggle beside him, gaze at him lovingly, and gently smooth the slight furrow in his brow.

She leaned against Leng Ye's back, unable to control her affection. A slender hand gently caressed his heart, and she murmured softly, "Brother, can you love me just once"

This question, she's afraid, will forever remain unanswered.

Her hand, her fingertips moving slowly from his brow down to lightly caress the tightly pressed thin lips of this man.

The soft, cool lips were within fingertip reach, alluring and sensual. Unable to resist the pull of passion, she gently rose, lowered her gaze, and slowly brought her crimson lips to meet this delicate one.

Just as the four lips were about to touch, a scream suddenly came from outside the door: "There's a ghost!"

Luoyi, frightened, jumped up from Lengye Chen's body in a hurry.

What's going on

Immediately, the sound of cupboards and porcelain being overturned echoed down the corridor.

"There's, there's a ghost..." Liu's shrieks echoed on and on.

Luo Yi had no choice but to leave the room and investigate.

As soon as she reached the door, Aunt Liu rushed towards her and she shrank back, hiding behind her.

Seeing Mrs. Liu's terrified expression, Luo Yi gazed at her with gentle eyes.

She saw Tong Yimo with disheveled hair, wearing a white dress. Her thin figure walked towards them.

Also, Mrs. Liu doesn't know that Tong Yimo is still alive.

Lu Yi rushed forward, holding onto Liu's hand and comforting her, "She's Tong Yimo, she didn't die."

"What The young mistress didn't die" Aunt Liu was utterly dumbfounded.

Tong Yimo walked lightly to Luo Yirou's face, questioning puzzledly: "Who are you two How did you get here"

"You" Luo Yi was about to speak but stopped herself.

Auntie Liu also looked at Tong Yimo in disbelief.

"Don't you remember us" Luo Yirou continued to ask.

Tong Yimo shook her head slightly.

Aunt Liu asked weakly, "How did you get in here"

"I have the keys here!" Tong Yimò grinned. "Grandma told me to come."

"Mrs. Leng" Liu's aunt was surprised, Mrs. Leng hadn't told her about this beforehand.

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