Ye Mohan: "..." Sleep... sleep?

Suddenly, Ye Mohan seemed to realize something, and his eyes were full of loneliness.

He thought Achu missed him, but he didn't expect that Achu just used to holding him to sleep, and felt a sense of dependence, that's all.

Ye Mohan became more and more lonely. He lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms, with a faint blue-gray color in his eyes, which showed that he hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past few days.

Her eyebrows and eyes looked as beautiful as picturesque, and she hugged him and slept like before.

The sleeping position is regular, like a kitten, nestled in a brocade quilt, with three thousand black hair spreading out, making the little face look brighter.

Ye Mohan's eyes became more and more gentle, and it was hard to imagine. This was the Emperor's Highness who was rumored to be decisive in killing and made the strong men from all directions frightened!

He reached out and rubbed the girl's little cerebral, with a sense of fulfillment that he had never felt before, just like a traveler walking in the desert, who finally found his oasis.

The prisoner who has been plagued by bad luck for many years finally got his redemption.

Ye Mohan's handsome face actually smiled, and it suddenly became as bright as a pearl, especially the blood mole, which was even more gorgeous as the rising sun!

There are countless young talents in the world. Why don’t the little girl feel dependent on others and have to hold him to sleep?

It means that I love him until I can’t sleep!

Ye Mohan's purple eyes were slightly deeper and his smile was strong.

He will never let the little girl down!

...

In the yard, Cheng Hongshan is practicing.

Xiaobao sat at the stone table holding a book, sighing for a long time, his little head bit by bit, making people quite puzzled.

Cheng Hongshan felt really a headache and could not continue practicing, so he had to get up and go to the stone table, pour a cup of tea for Xiaobao, and asked, "What's wrong with Xiao Xiaomao? Are there any sad things?"

Xiaobao raised his face, sighed in an old mood, and said, "A new generation of foxes has changed the old treasure. My mother has a new little cutie, and there is no baby."

Cheng Hongshan: “…”

"Don't worry, little master, Master Ye has only yours in her heart." Cheng Hongshan comforted straightforwardly.

"Really? Does your mother love the baby the most?" Xiaobao asked.

Cheng Hongshan nodded solemnly: "For Master Ye, you are the most precious person, little master."

"snort!"

"Mom loves the baby the most!"

"Then let my mother give her to the little fox for the time being."

The mood of Xiao Kuang suddenly turned from yin to sunny, and she was ecstatic, and she pulled Cheng Hongshan's sleeve and was about to prepare for practice.

Suddenly, Xiaobao picked up a pot of tea placed on the stone table, came to Ye Siyu happily, stood on tiptoe, and held the teapot: "Brother Luosha, you have been standing for a long time, are you tired, drink tea, this is the tea cooked by the baby, which can drive away the cold!"

Ye Siyu was wearing a spacious black robe, a silver mask on her face, and branches-like patterns on the edges, oozing a heavy breath like a depressing one.

She lowered her head and looked at the innocent and pure little treasure.

As clean as white paper.

Over the past few years, he has been beaten and humiliated and almost died several times.

But Ye Siyu never saw his disgust for the world in his eyes. Instead, he was full of spiritual energy, clear and clear, shining with a brilliant light.

He is full of vitality and hope.

Ye Siyu thought about all her past experiences of him and fell into regret.

How could she bear to take action on such a cute and kind child?

Ye Siyu took the teapot with trembling hands, raised her head and took a sip, and the smell spread in her throat.

It's really bitter.
Chapter completed!