Mu Yao withdrew his hand with a complicated expression and chose to retreat. Seeing this, Shen Wuchuan muttered angrily: "When will I get the idea?"
Mu Yao was also thinking deeply in his heart: This little junior brother looks too deceptive. He is always like this and he can't help it. He has to find a way to make him pay attention to his sense of proportion.
The two of them have come to the same destination but have different paths. The deeper they sink now, the more painful they will be in the future.
And just when Mu Yao was thinking about how to make him face up to their identities, Shen Wuchuan's voice came over again: "By the way, senior sister, since the Dongfang family is a family of monster hunters, why does your name have ' The word "demon"?"
To be honest, she herself felt that the name "Mu Yao" was not pleasant. She explained: "Chen Ying's father, Sheng Jun, was once the strongest of the Yao clan. Although he also had conflicts with the Dao Alliance, he was not as powerful as the Dao Alliance. Chen Ying was so devastated that the demon clan ruled the land of Haiyanheqing, and was dubbed the Mingjun by the demon clan. My mother hoped that I could learn from his kind, courteous, virtuous, and resourceful character, so she named me Mu Yao. It’s none other than Shengjun’s demon. I also have a nickname, which is taken from the transliteration of “Mu Yao”, and it’s called Miaomiao.”
"Master wants to train you to be an emperor like him?" he teased.
Mu Yao flexed his fingers and rubbed his eyebrows: "Before my brother passed away, my mother hoped that I could assist him. After my brother died, I became the young master of Yuyin Villa. It is necessary to learn these things."
"Master has a broad mind, and he doesn't even have any grudges about the name of the demon clan." He seemed to have thought of something, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more sarcastic.
Mu Yao also found it strange, but it was just a name, so how could it have too much meaning.
"Originally I brought Senior Sister here to make Senior Sister happy, but I didn't expect that it made you worried instead." Under the bright starry sky, he looked at her, "No matter how the outside world intrudes, I will always stand by your side and help you fulfill your ideals. .”
"No matter how high or far this ideal is, I will always be with you." He said every word.
Perhaps his words were too sincere. Mu Yao paused for a breath, then immediately looked away: "Of course I believe Ah Chuan, it's getting late, let's go first."
When Chen Wuchuan saw her changing the topic, there was obvious disappointment in his eyes. He stood up slowly. Just when Dongfang Mu Yao also thought about it, Chen Wuchuan suddenly said "Oh" and rushed towards her.
He slammed into her arms, and his handsome face wrinkled into a ball. Mu Yao was lying on the soft grass. She still didn't know what happened, and Fang Cun said in confusion: "Achuan, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Wuchuan nestled on her shoulder and said in a suppressed voice: "It seems... my legs are a little numb and I can't stand firm."
Dongfang Muyao: "..."
Chen Wuchuan's joyful eyes looked at Rong Mo who was walking up the hillside. He still pretended to have a pitiful voice and said to Mu Yao: "It hurts a little."
Mu Yao had no idea of his little trick and touched his back in ignorance: "Where does it hurt?"
Shen Wuchuan deliberately held her tightly, and when he looked up again, Rong Mo's figure had disappeared.
He gave a cool smile and blew hot air into her ear: "Just take it easy for a while and you'll be fine."
The warmth on her neck made Mu Yao's heart tremble. The man's hot chest was close to hers. She couldn't move her hands, and she lay stiffly on the ground, feeling extremely complicated.
For a moment, Chen Wuchuan reluctantly raised his arms and turned over. Mu Yao then got the chance to sit up again. She seemed to be drowning for the rest of her life, gasping for breath and trying hard to suppress her emotions.
"I really didn't mean it just now." Shen Wuchuan blamed himself and rubbed his calf: "Sister, don't blame me."
How could Mu Yao have the thought to blame him? She was so upset herself: "As long as you're fine, be careful in the future."
Hearing this, Chen Wuchuan became excited again: "Senior sister is so kind."
He's so easy to deceive, and I never question his actions.
Chen Wuchuan's provocative gaze fell on the hillside, and a strange thought was hidden in it: "Senior sister, I still feel a little pain, can you hold me for a while?"
Mu Yao: "..."
She couldn't tell whether he was joking or deliberately trying to see her embarrassed expression, "Stop making trouble, it's time to go back."
Several villagers cleared out their unused utility rooms to serve as temporary accommodation for them. They slept very peacefully that night and did not notice anything unusual.
It wasn't until the next day that Mu Yao had just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on the door. She opened the door and saw a bright figure.
Rong Mo was holding a small box in his hand, and his fair and smooth face was as quiet as a piece of white paper: "Here are some pastries I made by myself. These are simple meals, and you won't be used to them later."
Mu Yao was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that he would actually remember such a trivial matter in his heart. If he hadn't known that he was taking care of her because of Dongfang Zhong, Mu Yao might have really thought that he was interested in her.
She took the box and said, "Thank you. It's just that I'm not that rich, and these are inevitable with my experience outside. But these pastries take a lot of effort to make, so you don't have to do this in the future."
"Since you've done everything, just accept it. I'll go see if there's anything unusual in the village first, and I'll come back to you after you finish eating." Rong Mo turned around and left in a complex manner.
Mu Yao put the box on the table, pulled it open and saw that there were indeed several exquisite sweet-scented osmanthus cakes inside. She felt a little melancholy in her heart. What kind of strange habits did the people in the World Villa have? One or two of them liked to show off to others so much. Hey, Rong Mo and Lin Qingli are indeed a couple.
Just when she was thinking about other people's affairs, a red shadow suddenly appeared in front of her. Shen Wuchuan sat down in front of Mu Yao excitedly: "I just saw the door open, and I thought that the senior sister hadn't left yet, and she was still there." What is Senior Sister thinking about here?"
Before Mu Yao could speak, Chen Wuchuan saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of him, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Wow, what is this?"
Before his hand touched the cake, Mu Yaoru woke up from his dream and said, "Don't move."
Shen Wuchuan was stunned. He didn't expect that she would stop him for these pastries. He retracted his hand, looking a little embarrassed: "What's the origin of these pastries?"
Mu Yao just felt that things given by others should not be disposed of casually. She felt that her tone seemed to be serious, so she added: "It's nothing, it's just an ordinary osmanthus cake. You can eat it if you want."
After hearing this, Chen Wuchuan immediately returned to his previous joy: "I happen to be hungry, thank you, senior sister."
He ate those pastries with satisfaction, and there was still powdered sugar on the corners of his mouth that he had not had time to wipe. His black and white eyes were clear and alluring.
Mu Yao stared at him intently, and her mood gradually improved. She seemed to understand what Rong Mo and Lin Qingli were thinking. Watching others eat would make her really happy.
"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Mu Yao helplessly stretched out his hand to wipe away the dust from his mouth, his demeanor showing gentleness.
Chen Wuchuan was completely unaware of the figure outside the door approaching until he picked up the last pastry and Rong Mo's figure suddenly appeared in front of the door.
"Mu Yao, the taste is quite what you want..." Rong Mo looked at the two people sitting opposite each other in the room, his eyes fell on Shen Wuchuan's hand, and his voice stopped abruptly.
Chen Wuchuan looked at Rong Mo with blank eyes, and then blinked innocently as if he had done something wrong: "It turns out these are the pastries Mr. Rong gave to senior sister. I'm sorry, I don't know. These are all Mr. Rong won't mind if you are eaten by me."