Yan Xiaomo's eyelids moved slightly, and her curled eyelashes were like fluttering wings.
Last night, she still couldn't stop Zhou Yu from doing what she did to her, and was eaten to death by Zhou Yu.
But there was not much sadness in her heart.
Zhou Yu last night was very gentle, just like the Zhou Yu she imagined.
She told him that she was Yan Xiaomo and that her mother had harmed others, and he said that he knew.
Zhou Yu actually doesn't hate her that much, so why does he pretend to hate her?
Yan Xiaomo couldn't understand or what Zhou Yu meant.
The only thing he knew was that he and Zhou Yu had turned from raw rice into cooked rice.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she met a pair of dark eyes between them.
Those eyes were very deep, like a whirlpool that wanted to suck her into it.
"elder brother" Yan Xiaomo spoke slowly and saw that Zhou Yu's favorability level for her reached ten.
Although it was very low, Yan Xiaomo was still very happy.
"I hope you don't take what happened last night to heart.
It was just an accident."
After saying this, Zhou Yu had already stood up, with his back to Yan Xiaomo.
"My brother is whatever he says, so who am I?"
Yan Xiaomo laughed to herself and instantly fell into the drama and into her own role.
Although she doesn't care about Zhou Yu's words, her current position and angle should make her emotional and fluctuating.
You can't pretend to be nothing.
Zhou Yu paused slightly while putting on clothes and strode out of Yan Xiaomo's room without saying anything.
Seeing Zhou Yu leave, Yan Xiaomo's gloomy eyes suddenly turned indifferent, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, "Zhou Yu, Zhou Yu, how can you be blinded by hatred."
Such a beautiful sister was treated so ruthlessly.
Yan Xiaomo stood up slowly and frowned slightly.
It seemed that he couldn't go to school today.
He looked down at the mark on his chest and said, "Why do you always have to go back and understand after you lose it?"
With Zhou Yu's breath lingering on her body, Yan Xiaomo got up and went to the bathroom, taking a bath to wash away Zhou Yu's breath.
But no matter how she washed it, she still vaguely felt Zhou Yu's breath on her body.
Maybe it's because of her own illusion.
After changing into clean clothes, Yan Xiaomo asked the servant to change the quilt, and then put perfume on the new quilt.
The smell of Zhou Yu in the room seemed to be lighter.
"Miss, are you okay?"
The housekeeper looked at Yan Xiaomo standing by the window, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
He was the only one who discovered what happened in the morning.
The young master didn't do anything to him.
In the young master's heart, the young master still believed in him.
Even if he died, he would not leak this kind of thing.
Life is a member of the Zhou family, and death is the soul of the Zhou family.
Yan Xiaomo tilted her head slightly, shook her head slowly, and said, "I'm fine."
Yan Xiaomo was still a little ashamed when an old man knew about this kind of thing, but she felt that Zhou Yu should be even more ashamed.
This is her room.
Zhou Yu, a man, entered her room and said it was all Zhou Yu's fault.
"Miss, don't think too hard.
It can be seen that the young master actually likes you."
The housekeeper comforted him by saying that he was really afraid that the young lady would jump out of the window without thinking.
Although she would not die if she jumped, it would definitely cause pain to the young lady.
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This was not the lady's fault in the first place, so the lady should not be responsible for this.
"It doesn't matter whether he likes it or not."
Because she doesn't care, she just wants Zhou Yu to understand that there shouldn't be so much hatred in life. oshow7: