"Hahaha! Hmph! Night Ink! You said it yourself, I didn't say it." Lu Yao laughed out loud for the first time hearing someone mock themselves as stupid.

  "As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter what I say." Ye Mo Yuan tore off the fake scar and stuck it back on his left eyelid, making a ferocious expression at Xiao Ai, "Does this look like a bandit? A bandit who specializes in robbing homes and harming people's daughters?"

  "Uh-huh! Uh-huh! It's a bit like that." Luo Yao nodded, laughing even harder, "Hahaha! Ye Mo Yuan! You should really go into acting."

  "Watch closely now." Ye Mo Yuan deliberately revealed a fierce appearance, stretching out his hand to Luo Yao, "Beauty! Come and serve me."

  Luoyao laughed "heh heh heh" and slapped his hand: "Scram! If you dare to move your hands or feet again, believe it or not, I'll knock you down!"

  "Let's take a break! The two of us will take a break together."

  Ye Moyuan said, pulling the little donkey over and pinning her under his body, with a flirtatious expression on his face: "Beauty! Is this how you lie down?"

  "Shameless!" Lu Yao's face turned red.

  This posture is too ambiguous, with the man on top and the woman below, making everyone's face blush and heart beat fast.

  Only Night Ink knew that his body didn't react at all.

  Since his eighteenth birthday, after contracting that terrible strange illness, he had never regained his masculinity.

  It was indeed his intention today, intentionally trying himself out.

  The little donkey is the only one who can save him from his illness, but after all this time, why hasn't there been any change in his condition?

  Is it really like Grandpa said, must wait for three years?

  Three years is neither short nor long, but what will happen in the end, no one can predict.

  If after three years, I am still this kind of person, would Xiao Lüzi still be willing to stay by my side?

  "Ye Moyuan! Wake up, you're so heavy, are you going to crush me to death?" Luoyao couldn't bear it anymore and opened her mouth with a blush, seeing that he hadn't moved for half a day.

  Ye Moyuan sat up, removed the fake wound, and hugged Luoyao, burying his head in her chest.

  "Sorry! It's all my fault."

  The words were spoken very softly, almost in a whisper, but Luoyao still heard them.

  "Silly!" Luo Yao hugged his head and smelled the masculine scent on him. "Between husband and wife, there's no need to say this."

  Huh? What did I just say? Between husband and wife?

  So soon you admit that you and he are husband and wife?

  "After three years have passed, nothing has changed, I will let you go."

  After finishing speaking, Ye Mo Yuan held Luo Yao tighter.

  He was afraid that if he loosened his grip, his little donkey would disappear.

  Leave?

  Luoyao didn't make a sound, she always knew she would leave eventually.

  Maybe it's possible in three years, who knows?

  Let's take it one step at a time!

  It's no use saying anything now, and nobody knows what will happen in the future.

  The two people hugged each other all the way to Yazhi Film and Television.

  Luoyao felt it was coming out, and at this time, Yemo's mood was very low.

  The whole person looks even more fragile and vulnerable.

  A stark contrast with the previous time when he was shot and had bullets removed without anesthesia.

  Patting his back, Luo Yao comforted him in a strange and mysterious way: "Ye Mo Yuan! Don't be afraid, as long as you don't leave me, I absolutely won't abandon you."

  "Really?" Ye Mo Yuan raised his head, his dark and profound eyes staring at her face, "Luo Yao! Don't deceive me, or I'll die."

  Luoyao stared blankly for five seconds before holding Night Ink's face and nodding slightly.

  She also didn't know why she wanted to do this.

  But she did it anyway.

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