Getting closer and closer to Feng Mingye, Yun Yaoling looked at Feng Mingye's perfect face at close range, and felt more and more that the young master was truly the pride of heaven.
God really put all the good things on the young master's face.
He is truly a stunningly beautiful man with no blind spots at 360 degrees.
Why is it so beautiful?
Jian Feng Mingye hadn't woken up yet.
She smiled secretly and carefully placed the wreath in her hand on Feng Mingye's head.
At this moment, those little butterflies also smelled the fragrance of the flowers, flew over, and landed on the wreath.
They looked at Yun Rattle and covered their mouths and snickered.
The Immortal Master wears a colorful wreath on his head.
The picture was so beautiful that she wanted to take a photo with her mobile phone.
Unfortunately, this is not modern time, and she has nothing.
There was nothing to do now anyway.
Yun Yaoling sat next to Feng Mingye, holding her head and looking at the blue sky, feeling a little sour in her heart.
She was a little homesick.
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but lean on Feng Mingye's shoulder and close her eyes.
The breeze blew, and the dancing butterflies flew, bringing up pieces of tender petals to float in the air and land on their heads and shoulders.
Feng Mingye slowly opened his eyes and noticed something strange on the top of his head.
He couldn't help but smile, took off the wreath on his head and gently placed it in Yun Yaoling's arms.
He carefully placed her head gently on his lap to make Yun Railing sleep more comfortably.
Looking down at Yun Rattle, who was sleeping soundly, Feng Mingye's face gradually became pampered, and he stretched out his hand to gently play with Yun Rattle's hair that was blown by the wind on his forehead.
Finally, slowly lower your body.
A gentle kiss on her lips, as gentle as a cicada's wings, unconsciously.
Yun Rattle seemed to be dreaming about something in his sleep, and made a soft murmur that was hard to hear.
When Feng Mingye saw this, he wanted to hear what Yun Ragging had to say.
"Mom, I will be back, wait for me."
In the dream, Yun Yaoling looked at her mother who was sitting in the room and crying while holding a photo of herself.
She felt extremely uncomfortable.
She wanted to rush over and tell her mother that she was here, but there was a force that trapped her.
Unable to move forward, he could only watch his mother sad and sad.
Yes, she wants to go back and can't make her mother so sad.
Thinking like this, she suddenly opened her eyes and met Feng Mingye, who had an incomprehensible expression.
"Why did I fall asleep?"
Yun Yaoling felt guilty and started to pretend to be stupid, not daring to look into Feng Mingye's eyes.
Suddenly she found that she was still lying on Feng Mingye's lap and immediately sat up.
"Ah Yao, what did you dream about?"
Feng Mingye looked at Yun Yaoling whose eyes were averted and did not dare to look directly at her.
He was surprised in his heart as to what Ah Yao had dreamed about and shouted that he must go back.
Go back to where Upon hearing this, Yun Yaoling froze and whispered, "I wasn't dreaming."
She would not tell the young master that she dreamed of her mother and was determined to go back.
"You little liar, you are obviously dreaming, but you still haven't told me."
Feng Mingye's eyes darkened, he smiled, and hooked the tip of Gou Yun Rattle's nose with his finger.
"No, no, I wasn't dreaming."
Yun Yaoling blushed and shook his head.
Even if she was beaten to death, she could not tell the young master the content of her dream.
Seeing that Yun Yangling was unwilling, Feng Mingye didn't force her, he touched her head and sighed.
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"Okay, Ah Yao also has a little secret."
Yun Yaoling's heart tightened when she heard Feng Mingye's disappointed tone.
Could she have gone too far.
Make the young master unhappy.
The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt.
Yun Yaoling whispered, "Well, actually, I was dreaming.
I dreamed about my mother.
I miss her very much."
Feng Mingye looked slightly strange when he heard the words.
So that's it.
As far as he knew, Ah Yao's mother, Mrs.
Yao Li, was once a famous beauty in Dongfan Kingdom.
Her origins are a mystery, but she heard that she died when Ah Yao was seven years old.
Was Ah Yao talking in her sleep just now to her mother?
There was no answer, Feng Mingye reached out and held Yun Rattle in his arms.
"Ah Yao, I will accompany you from now on."
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