His fists were clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands were very obvious.
He lowered his head in time, avoided Yu Weiyin's gaze, knelt down respectfully towards her, then raised his hand and slapped himself.
There was a muffled sound and burning pain.
He tried his best to extinguish the surging thoughts in his heart, and truly understood her face.
Are the previous provocations, intentional or unintentional care, all just a show for one's own entertainment?
When he approached her, her cheeks turned red in shyness, but she held the ruler in her hand soberly. If he took one step closer, she would chop him upside down and reveal his true form.
You are my bodyguard. From now on, you and I must be careful with each other...
Oh, sense of proportion...
He bowed his head submissively, but the corners of his lips curved into a cold smile.
Her so-called propriety means that she can play with him unscrupulously, but he must restrain his body and mind and cannot get closer to her.
He is a slave. As a slave, how can he be as high as his master?
Her words were clear, clear, direct and cruel, extinguishing all the hopes and desires that were fluttering in his heart.
Damn it, he actually felt that Yu Weiyin treated him differently from the other men!
Occasionally I heard people mentioning him in the courtyard, saying that he was a popular person in front of the eldest lady, and that the eldest lady had never treated a servant with such high regard.
His thoughts were wandering and flew to the sky.
It’s really a dream!
He gritted his teeth hard, his voice was indifferent and calm, like a rock, and there was no emotion at all.
He said: "My slave offended the lady, please punish me."
Yu Weiyin's chest trembled when she heard the slap, and when she heard that he called himself a "slave" for the first time in front of her, her emotions suddenly became complicated.
She knew that it hurt his self-esteem, but she had no intention of explaining too much. If he held her in his arms again, she didn't know if she could hold her heart.
It would be better to take advantage of the budding love and cut off the roots early than to mislead others and yourself in the future.
Just saying that he will be a general in the future, and he will naturally befriend noble ladies. How could his wife be the daughter of a merchant?
As for her, as expected, she will be in charge of Yuji Embroidery Workshop and Yongxing Silk and Satin Store, and will stay rooted in Tongcheng her whole life.
Even if she marries another husband in the future, he will at most be the son of a merchant or a local official.
There is no way you can be on the same page with him.
In her new life, all she wants to change is her own life, and all she wants to protect are a few close relatives around her.
Being nice to Shao Mo is to repay kindness and love, rather than to cut off his career in this life.
If he wants to become a general, then she must find a reason to drive him out of the Yu Mansion.
Yu Weiyin made up his mind in his mind, and sighed secretly, reproaching himself for being too concerned about him before, and now he suddenly became cold, which was indeed misleading.
Shao Mo probably thought that she looked down on him, so even if he had any grudge against her in his heart, she could only bear with it.
Yao Xiang was the first person to notice the change between them.
Previously, Shao Mo's eyes would fall on the young lady from time to time, his eyes sharp and direct. Now, he seemed to have returned to the taciturn Shao Mo.
When talking to the lady, he would deliberately lower his head and his eyes would fall on the dark green blanket on the ground, as if counting the diamond patterns.
That chiselled face was as dark as a dark night, so silent that it was oppressive, but even more breathless than usual.
Yao Xiang was even more afraid of Shao Mo like this. She wanted to tell the young lady how terrible he was, but she was afraid that he would hear her, so she kept silent in her heart.
As for Yu Weiyin, she naturally saw Shao Mo's indifference.
He seemed to be holding back endless anger, but he perfectly hid those flames in his eyes as deep as the sea.
He lowered his eyes, casting his gaze in the air or at the corner, pretending to listen to her carefully, but deliberately ignoring her.
Yu Weiyin stared at the person standing in front of her at the moment. He had a tall body, his strong hands and feet wrapped in a black gown, his slender legs stood straight, and his back was as straight as an aspen in the desert.
His expression was tense, as hard as a stone sculpture, and his two thin lips were pressed into a tight line.
She felt that he was dissatisfied with her.
This dissatisfaction manifested itself in the fact that he was more depressed than before, and even practiced sword practice for nearly an hour longer.
Her pale pink lips curled up subconsciously, but they were so secretive that he didn't notice her.
She asked: "Shao Mo, how old are you?"
Her voice was ordinary, and there was no unnecessary concern in her tone. She just seemed to be inquiring out of boredom. Shao Mo's heavy heart couldn't help but jump a little.
Because she spoke to him, he felt grateful.
Just like a traveler who has been walking in the desert for a long time, he finally sees an oasis and can't wait to drink water to quench his thirst.
Unable to control himself, he followed the direction of the voice and looked up at her.
Yu Weiyin wore a long moon-white dress with a folded branch pattern, and a goose-yellow shirt. The skirt was embellished with gold thread and a thin edge was embellished at the corners of the skirt, as if the sunlight was densely sewn into the skirt.
On this ordinary evening, she stretched her slender body and leaned casually on the rosewood chair. A pair of beautiful hands like onions were folded, and the back of her white hands exuded a jade-colored luster.
He found that at this moment, he could not control his gaze.
Those deep eyes seemed to be glued to her before they would give up, but he was sensible after all.
He still remembered what she said: You are my bodyguard. From now on, you and I must be careful about our relationship.
Those cold and straightforward words made him feel a burning pain in his heart, but in front of her, he would rather die than show it.
He clenched his fists and quickly looked away, as if he had been stung by a bee.
Averting his eyes, his handsome face was still as cold as ice, without any change in expression.
"nineteen."
His voice was low, slightly rough, and seemed to contain a bit of depressed temper.
Yu Weiyin cast her eyes on him again and realized that although he was tall, if he looked closely at this time, he could see that he still had the spirit of a youth in his eyes.
In the past, she just treated him as the most humble slave, beating and scolding him at will, without even asking about his age.
He is only nineteen years old, not even a weakling. No wonder, his eyes can occasionally show flashes of emotion.
Even if he wants to hide it.
Judging from her true age, she is a full two years older than him.
"Go down and keep an eye on Yan Xiao and Xiao Jiran's movements. If anything happens, report it to me immediately."
Yu Weiyin wanted to put their relationship on the right track, and her tone was just like that to any servant in the Yu Mansion.
Calm, yet with a touch of majesty.
Shao Mo looked at her calm expression and suddenly felt angry. He wished he could tear off her mask immediately and let her return to her original appearance, but he couldn't vent anything.
You noble lady, you fooled his feelings, and now you just pat your butt and leave.
She seemed to have completely forgotten all those warm concerns and gentle words before.
Looking at her slender, white neck, as long as an elegant orchid, he wanted to put his arms into his arms and ask her why she had changed.