embroideryThese days, staying at the Cold Family Manor, Tong Yimo's daily life can be described as colorful and fulfilling.Instead of spending time with Lady Leng embroidering, arranging flowers, and...Cold Night chuckled on one side, while with his other hand he moved and caressed Tong Yimo's back.

The question is, what's he laughing at

"Yimo... Yimo... I miss you so much! I really, truly... miss you!" Leng Yechen leaned towards Tong Yimo's face.

Tong Yi Mo's delicate body suddenly jolted, she began to wonder if she had auditory hallucinations

Is Big Brother thinking about her

What was she thinking

Tong Yi Mo stared at Leng Ye Chen with a look of bewilderment and disbelief.

If it were a dream, then I could do whatever I wanted to you, wouldn't I” Suddenly, Leng Yechen’s hawk-like black eyes narrowed slightly, menacingly staring at his prey.

His drunkenness seemed to have not subsided, his hazy black eyes fixed straight ahead at the woman in front of him.

Although her features were still a bit blurry to him, the way he looked at her made him feel that she looked exactly like Yimo.

Cold Night held Tong Yimo tightly, burying his head in her neck and sniffing gently.

But he could not smell the faint scent of lemon that he had missed so much.

Because, on this woman, there is only a wisp of milky fragrance, like a dream, but it smells just as good.

He also liked the taste.

In the cold night, Chen's smile deepened, carrying a hint of sinister charm. He leaned against the fragrant, delicate body with unrestrained abandon, half drunk and half awake, like a child craving tenderness and warmth, absorbing the softness that wasn't his.

So fragrant, so soft...

As he approached, the strong smell of alcohol enveloped him like an invisible giant net. Tong Yimo frowned, her brow creased. The pungent odor made her feel uncomfortable, and she quietly turned her head away.

"Brother, you're really drunk." Tong Yimo wanted to push him away, always feeling that the distance between them was too close, making her uncomfortable.

No matter how drunk he is, he shouldn't... get this close...

"E Mo, I still want to drink. Go pour me some wine," Leng Ye commanded lazily.

He half-sat up, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly. He narrowed his eyes, staring at her in the white dress. The gleam in his eyes was deeper, seeming to hold a hint of calculation.

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips...

If it's a dream, then let him continue to live in blissful ignorance!

Died in a dream of desperate hope, Leng Yechen felt that he died worthily...

Over the past three years, he has been truly suffering.

He was unwilling to speak her name, yet he found himself thinking about it every day.

Mo, Mo, Mo...

These two characters, he had silently repeated countless times in his heart.

But he just couldn't have her.

Unable to get the woman he loved……

Tong Yimo's heart was shaken by the smile at the corner of Leng Ye's lips in the cold night, as if her soul had been plundered, she was dazed and confused...

"Bring me a drink!" Leng Yechen suddenly commanded Tong Yimo with an air of authority. Seeing her motionless, his tone became even harsher, "I said, bring me a drink! Do you hear me!"

Tong Yimo escaped from his arms and obediently poured a cup of warm water into his hand.

Cold night felt the warmth of the water in his hand, causing his sword brows to rise in anger. He roared, "I asked for wine You dare insult me by offering me warm water!"

"Big brother, don't drink anymore, you seem to have had too much today. Now, you should lie down obediently and get some rest." Tong Yimo gently soothed Leng Yeshen who was talking incoherently after drinking.

How much did he drink today He actually got everyone else drunk!

“I haven’t had enough! Did you hear me when I told you to pour more wine” Leng Ye’s black eyes narrowed, his voice booming like thunder. To amplify his anger, he started acting like a drunkard, waving his hands wildly and smashing the glass against the wall. The cup shattered into three pieces, sending water splashing everywhere.

"Hurry!" Leng Yechen roared, straining his throat.

Tong Yi Mo helplessly opened the presidential suite's specially designed wine cabinet, poured a glass of whiskey, and respectfully placed it into Leng Ye Chen's hand.

She began to think to herself, hoping her elder brother would get even drunker so he'd fall asleep quickly. Then, she could be rid of this big troublemaker.

"Drink with me!" Leng Yechen opened his mouth, glaring displeasedly at Tong Yimo who had empty hands.

Tong Yimo hurriedly poured a cup of warm boiled water.

"In the cold night, he narrowed his black eyes and growled: “Is this wine Trying to cheat me Trying to fool me”

He didn't seem drunk, but he was very shrewd!

Saying she wouldn't get drunk was like a child throwing a tantrum, Tong Yimo sighed and poured out the glass of water, refilling it with a bit of whiskey.

Actually, Leng Yechen was truly drunk. He even thought he was dreaming, that everything he was doing was happening within a dream.

"Come here!" Leng Yechen extended his hand with a domineering yet tender tone, his handsome face adorned with a hint of wickedness, motioning for her to sit beside him.

Tong Yimo walked towards Leng Yechen and sat down by his bedside.

Late Night's serene smile curled at the corners of his lips, wine glasses clinked softly, and he raised his glass in a hearty toast: "Cheers!"

His drunken eyes seemed to flicker with a sharp gleam, like a hunter waiting for her to take the first sip.

Tong Yimo stared at the light brown liquor with difficulty, knowing full well that she couldn't hold her alcohol.

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