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Although Mo Lan's Tianlan Garden house was not small, it was still a far cry from Ouyang Baanruo's. However, for a beautiful, single teacher, this two-story garden apartment was quite exquisite.

The lights in the pitch black living room were a little dim, but Ye Zifeng still curiously took a glance at Mo Lan's room.

Although it wasn't large, the decorations in the Mediterranean style could be considered very stylish.

Quietly walking to the front of the sofa, Ye Zifeng slowly placed the injured Mo Lan on the sofa and then placed her feet on the armrest of the sofa.

At this time, Ye Zifeng, who was standing at the side, said with a smile: "Miss Mo Lan, are you the only one who lives in such a big house?"

Suddenly, Mo Lan panicked and raised her guard. However, the feeling of vigilance was quickly replaced by a different emotion.

Although she did not want to admit it, Mo Lan still answered with a blush.

Just when Mo Lan raised her head, and peeked at the mysterious big boy once again, she found that the current Ye Zifeng was already half-squatting down, her slender fingers stroking her injured foot.

Mo Lan's entire body shivered for no reason, she anxiously moaned, and said: "Ye Zifeng, you bastard, what are you doing?"

The movement between Mo Lan and the current Ye Zifeng was extremely ambiguous, especially the half-squatting Ye Zifeng, who seemed to be able to catch a glimpse of the scenery beneath Mo Lan's black lace dress. This made Mo Lan both embarrassed and angry. Her Heaven's Feet couldn't help but begin to move wildly.

It was obvious that Mo Lan misunderstood, thinking that Ye Zifeng wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was alone at home to scheme against him.

However, Ye Zifeng's finger gently grabbed Mo Lan's ankle, showing a serious expression.

"Don't move, the wound on your foot is still bleeding. If you move even a little bit more, the wound that was healed with great difficulty will burst open again!"

Hearing Ye Zifeng's words, Mo Lan's heart inexplicably tightened. Unexpectedly, she unconsciously quieted down.

However, when he was with an unfamiliar big boy, the boy's hand would not stop touching her own ankle. This kind of shame and humiliation continuously exploded in the depths of Mo Lan's heart. The one who was unafraid of death was that the big boy in front of him was actually a student of her own. This made it even more difficult for Mo Lan to accept in the depths of her heart.

It was itchy, numb, and accompanied by waves of painful feelings that continuously invaded his heart. At this moment, Mo Lan could not stop herself from shouting in his heart: This bad guy, just how long are you going to hold onto someone's ankle for?

He gently put down Mo Lan's ankle and after a while, Ye Zifeng stood up and asked: "Miss Mo Lan, do you have an emergency kit at home?"

Mo Lan stared blankly for a moment, then following the departure of her palm, her entire person's emotions fell into the depths of the valley. After being stunned for a while, Mo Lan finally regained her senses: "Yes, I'm, in the wine shelf in the living room …"

Ye Zifeng walked towards the wine shelves in the living room without saying a word.

Carrying the first aid kit, Ye Zifeng walked to Mo Lan once again and squatted down, "It might hurt a little, bear with it!"

Ye Zifeng first took out the iodine and the cotton rod, then used the cotton rod that was dipped in the iodine to roll back and forth on Mo Lan's feet. Mo Lan immediately grimaced in pain, but other than the pain, Mo Lan also felt a strange sensation.

After that, Ye Zifeng took out the bandage and skillfully wrapped it around Mo Lan's foot in circles.

Mo Lan saw the entire process in her eyes, as her beautiful eyes stared stupidly at the boy who had a face full of seriousness. Mo Lan couldn't help but have an illusion that she was about to fall into.

It was as if he was calm and collected in such a strange state of mind. When Ye Zifeng finished all of this, he did not even realize it.

"Alright, Miss Mo Lan, I have already bandaged your wound. However, you may not be able to walk around the ground for a short period of time. Also, remember not to touch water on your wounds! "

After instructing all of this basic common sense, Ye Zifeng smiled slightly, stood up, and waved at Mo Lan: "Alright, Miss Mo Lan, it's getting late. You should get some rest, I need to go back now!"

With that, Ye Zifeng smiled and turned to leave.

However, Mo Lan's expression was a little dazed, and her heart was filled with a sense of loss. She pouted, and said with puzzlement: "H-he's going to leave just like that?"

For some reason, as he watched Ye Zifeng's departing figure, Mo Lan's heart felt empty.

Opening her red lips, it was unknown where Mo Lan got the courage to call out to him, "Ye Zifeng, you, wait …"

Ye Zifeng giggled, and looked back: "Miss Mo Lan, do you have any other instructions?"

Mo Lan pouted and said: "Ye Zifeng, you wouldn't have let me sleep on the sofa tonight, right?"

After asking, Mo Lan's face turned even redder, and she snorted like a mosquito: "Um, um, Ye Zifeng, can you do me another favor? "Carry me, carry me into my room …"

After saying this, Mo Lan felt her face heating up, to the point that she did not dare look into Ye Zifeng's eyes.

Ye Zifeng laughed, "Alright then, I will listen to whatever the beautiful girl says!"

After lightly shaking two steps, Ye Zifeng once again returned to the sofa and carried Mo Lan in her arms. Her posture was still as overbearing as before.

This time, Mo Lan was so close to Ye Zifeng's chest that she seemed to be extremely happy.

"Miss Mo Lan, where is your room?"

Mo Lan stammered: "Second floor, on the second floor …"

Ye Zifeng was not polite, the two of them continued up to the second floor.

Mo Lan's room was not very big, but it was extremely warm. Unlike Ouyang Baanruo's room, Mo Lan's room was mostly blue in color. This also suited her temperament as a female mentor.

Turning on the lights, the room was brightly lit.

Ye Zifeng took two steps forward, and gently tossed Mo Lan onto her large bed.

However, just as Ye Zifeng was about to turn around and leave, something on the Imperial Consort's chair beside Mo Lan's bed caught her attention.

Ye Zifeng giggled, and walked to the front of the imperial concubine chair.

It was only then that Mo Lan seemed to have realized what was happening and she quickly sat up, "Don't, Ye Zifeng, don't look …"

Instantly, Mo Lan's face flushed red, as if water was about to drip from her cheeks.

Ye Zifeng, on the other hand, had a naughty smile on his face. He picked up the T-back purple underwear and played with it for a while, then said smilingly: "T-back, I never thought that the Miss Mo Lan Residence's style would be so bold and unrestrained. Seems like your boyfriend is really blessed!"

Mo Lan never thought that Ye Zifeng's eyes would actually be so cunning. Within a few seconds of entering his own room, he had discovered his "little secret". Seeing his personal belongings being toyed with like this by an unfamiliar big boy, Mo Lan was so embarrassed that she felt like her entire body was on fire. Remembering the various affections she had with Ye Zifeng on the carriage, the blood in Mo Lan's entire body churned, giving him a feeling of being ashamed and ashamed.

But even so, Mo Lan seemed to be forcefully explaining something, and shyly snorted at Ye Zifeng: "Pah, I, I don't have a boyfriend!"