Every time she touched the towel, her body trembled. Mo Yun was so painful that her lips were shaking. Her fists were clenched and her nails were pinched into her hands, but she was afraid to open her eyes and didn't say a word.

She is afraid, afraid to face the eyes of Bu Feiyan, even more dare not imagine the eyes, will carry what kind of emotion.

Disgust or dislike?

Because she was afraid, she gave up the opportunity to face. This has been her practice over the years.

After she sewed clothes for bu Feiyan for the first time, but he turned around and threw them into the garbage heap, she knew that Bu Feiyan didn't like her, and from that time on, she gave up face to face.

She works hard to learn everything. She learns to run a family, to sew, to cook.

I have learned all kinds of skills, but I no longer dare to do anything for him in front of Bu Feiyan. I can only ask him what he lacks and what he needs, and then, in the name of others, I will send the things she made by herself.

Although the bottom of her heart is bitter, she is satisfied to see him wearing the clothes she sews and eating the dishes she makes.

Even if Bu Feiyan didn't know, everything came from her.

"You didn't faint just now."

Wipe the last smudge clean, bufeiyan stand up and put the towel which can't see the original color into the copper basin.

He changed a new one, put it into another hot water basin, twisted it again, came back and helped her wipe it again. His voice could not hear the joy and anger. "All the way, you were trembling in my arms, but it was not obvious at that time. I didn't pay much attention to it."

If you think about it carefully, it's too opportune for Mo Yun to faint.

Just said a word, he did not have time to ask who hijacked her, she fainted.

However, the man who fainted was shaking and holding his waist all the way, as if for fear that he would ignore her and allow her to bump or even fall on the horse.

People who really faint will not have such consciousness.

Bu Feiyan recalled it carefully, and his voice was cold. "Yun'er, open your eyes, I know you are pretending to sleep."

“……”

Mo Yun's heart pounded, but he didn't dare to obey. His eyes closed tightly, trying to muddle through in front of Bu Feiyan.

She doesn't want to face, she doesn't want to see Bu Feiyan's disgusting eyes like looking at waste.

She doesn't want to be despised by him, and she doesn't want to be used as a chip instead of a wife!

I don't know how long it took.

Bu Feiyan didn't speak any more, and he didn't even wipe it.

The warm towel was at her feet. He didn't make any sound. If it wasn't for the door, Mo Yun almost thought that he had left the wing room.

Is bu Feiyan angry with him?

Mo Yun is worried and wants to open his eyes to see the situation, but suddenly he has a little more weight on him.

Bu Feiyan sat on her left side, one hand supporting the bedside, the other arm across her, supporting her right side, locking her in her arms.

He stared at her face, only to see the eyes under the eyelids have been rolling, can't stop.

This woman pretends to sleep so badly.

His voice, some inexplicable depression, "do not open your eyes, I will kiss you."

As soon as the words came out, Mo Yun quickly shrank in, looking as if he was extremely resistant.