C155 Young Master Ye's maid 77

Perhaps it was because he had a lot on his shoulders that he appeared to be especially concerned and nervous.

Ye Mo's gaze shifted from Xia Yihan's body to her face. He did not say a word, but in his heart, he was still thinking about the reason for her sudden enthusiasm.

Xia Yihan walked over to his side and put the coffee cup back on the computer table. She didn't know what to do next.

"What's the matter?" He suddenly asked. Xia Yihan shook her head, "Nothing."

He stretched out his slender fingers, and with a hint of viciousness slid them across her chest twice. He slowly asked, "It's okay, you can wear it like this?"

"I …" Xia Yihan bit her lips. She knew that Ye Mo was not someone who could be fooled, so she had to give him a reasonable reason.

"I don't want you to be angry anymore. Every time I see you unhappy, I …" I won't be happy either. " Although Xia Yihan felt a bit embarrassed, she still said those difficult words under Ye Mo's gaze.

Ye Mo's finger lifted her chin, and his gaze met her gaze. He asked her softly, "Really?"

"Really." Xia Yihan's expression was extremely sincere. Even though her intention of getting close to him and seducing him wasn't very simple, she wasn't lying. She had always wanted to see him happy. Every time she saw his stony face and his slight frown, she had the urge to help him calm down.

He almost kissed her, but he remembered the words of Mo Xiao Ding: "Sis, something bad has happened."

"Just for no other reason?" he asked, looking into her eyes again.

"If you really want me to say something, I don't want to see you unhappy, and at the same time I don't want to see the people around us unhappy."

He still did not speak, as if he was trying to find out if there was some truth in her words.

"Ye-Mo, can you stop?" Xia Yihan gathered up her courage and softly called out his name. She even stretched out a soft hand and placed it on his cheek before continuing, "Be happy!"

Ye Mo's heart tightened. He grabbed her hand and stuck his cold lips onto hers.

She did not know whether she had succeeded or not. He was not very rough, he was gently licking her soft lips, and occasionally he traced the shape of her lips with the tip of his tongue.

This kind of gentle and caressing kiss made Xia Yihan very moved. Not long after, she began to fall under his increasingly hot kiss.

She didn't know how he had gotten up, how he had picked her up by the waist, but the moment she left the ground, she felt a strong wave of dizziness.

In an instant, he had put her on the bed and was lying beside her. His eyes were filled with a deep desire, as if he wanted to swallow her up.

Every time he looked at her like that, she felt scared and wanted to retreat.

However, she had no way to escape. His big hand had already lifted up her nightgown, and his fiery gaze swept over her from top to bottom.

The color of her underwear was exactly what he liked to see. It was sexy and mysterious, and her beauty was faintly discernible in his eyes.

"Is nothing really happening around you?"

If she told him that something was wrong and that Mo Xiaojun's case seemed to have stopped, she really didn't know how he would treat her and how he would be angry.

Earlier, she had glimpsed the scab on his hand, so she didn't want to see him angry again after he smashed something, so she could only suppress her thought of telling him, gently shaking her head. "No, I just miss you …" "Happy."

"Damn it!" With a low curse, he suddenly pressed down on the overwhelming kiss.

Without the slowness of patience, the kiss this time was heavy, as if it wanted to leave his mark on her.

Soon he was kissing her white skin again, one dark red kiss after another, his big hands ripping through her clothes.

Was he angry again? Xia Yihan looked somewhat worriedly at his face. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but his expression was very calm, even a bit cold.

He was like a lofty emperor, looking down from above.

"Don't forget to make a sound." he reminded her indifferently.

He wanted to let her indulge and forget for a moment.

In any case, the woman was under him now, and he was the only one who could do such intimate things to her.

Whether it was those living men or the dead Mo Xiaojun, no man could be so close to her.

"You …" Xia Yihan wanted to ask, was he happy?

He did not stay a second longer. When it was over, he immediately pulled away, then grabbed the shirt he had just taken off and threw it at her.

"Wear this. Go back to your room!" His voice was still cold.

There was no need to ask any further. His actions had already given her the answer.

When he was happy, he would lovingly leave her to sleep in this bed.

He would even tell the people below that Xia Yihan's body was too weak to get up, so you all had to bring her breakfast.

The warmth seemed to be gone, as if all he had left for her was pure desire. He enjoyed her body, and then emotionlessly let her go.

Her heart ached uncontrollably. Gently biting her lip, she dragged herself out of his bed and wrapped her arms tightly around his shirt. She quickly left.

It couldn't be considered a success this time, but it couldn't be considered a failure either, right? At least he wanted her body, she asked herself bitterly. He didn't refuse.

Little Jun, I've already done my best. Don't worry, we'll take our time.

Fortunately, she told Mo Xiao Yin last time to not lock the door when she went out. That way, she would have a place to go when she came back.

When she opened the door, Mo Xiao Qiang was still playing with his phone. He looked up at her in surprise.

"Sis, why are you back so soon?" Mo Xiao Ning looked at the time, even though it was considered a very, very long time for a relationship. However, her ideal state should be when Xia Yihan was tired and fell asleep in Ye Mo's room.

"En, I'm back. Go to sleep, I'm going to take a shower." Xia Yihan pulled on the shirt tightly again, walked to the side of the wardrobe, and casually grabbed a nightgown.

Only then did Mo Xiao Yin notice that she was only wearing a shirt that could be used as a skirt. It should be Ye Mo's shirt.

So her pajamas were torn? As if she had discovered a new continent, she blushed and whispered to Xia Yihan, "Sis, brother Zimo is so fierce. Did you tear those little things to shreds in your pajamas?"

Xia Yihan's face turned red again as she shyly said in a low voice, "Child, don't randomly ask!"

Seems like it's true! I thought only the men in the novels were so strong. Sigh, but Zimo was already so strong, so tearing a small piece of cloth would only take a minute. I'm just a little surprised that his elegant man got into bed like an animal. Aiya, but he is indeed a crazy beast … "Sister?

Xia Yihan already took the clothes she needed to change into and walked to the entrance, not bothering to pick up her words.

Xia Yihan had already showered for a long time before going. This time, it was even longer after she finished. She didn't even have the strength to move her arms and legs. She could only lie powerlessly in the bathtub and rest, thinking about how she should work hard in the future to make him treat her better.

A man definitely didn't just need a woman's body. Perhaps he also needed the gentle care of a woman in other areas.

Wasn't he happy, as she had done for him last time?

He would want to see her work for him, if he cared about her.

Because she thought of a direction, Xia Yihan slept quite well that night. She woke up early in the morning. She didn't wake Ye Mo up to go practice like she usually did, but went straight to the kitchen.

She wanted to make a breakfast for Ye-Mo herself, to show him what she wanted.

He may not be happy, but she'll insist, once, he'll think she's fake, twice, three times, four times... As time passed, he realized that she really wanted him to be happy.

In the Ye Family mansion, everyone who worked in the kitchen got up early because there were so many people who had to cook breakfast.

Sometimes, there would also be different orders. For example, the Madam liked to eat things, while Ye Mo liked to eat things differently. Occasionally, Song Wanting would also have a separate request.

Of course, Xia Yihan couldn't make it to a very high level, but the things she made tasted good, and gave off a very simple and honest feeling.

This morning she had made a special effort to make a wad of tortilla rolls.

There were many people in the kitchen, but they were all busy. Everyone was quiet, and no one spoke. She saw her master making a very delicate little cake. It was a golden yellow, and they all looked to be of great interest to her. As she did so, she secretly paid attention to how the other person did it.

If there was a chance in the future, she thought, she would personally make that kind of small cake for Leaves' Ink to eat. Would he eat all that she had cooked last time?

Perhaps she woke up too early and had already finished her breakfast. It was not yet time for Ye-Mo to have her usual breakfast.

Fortunately, there were many warm boxes in the kitchen, so she carefully put the omelette into the box and took it back to the main house.

Back at the main house, Mo Xiao Yin was still sleeping. She didn't expect Ye Mo to come to this room after she went to the kitchen in the morning.

He knocked on the door for a long time and didn't wake Mo Xiao Qiang up. Afterwards, he asked the butler to wake Mo Xiao Ning up.

"Put on your clothes, Mr. Ye has something to tell you." Mo Xiao Yin woke up when he heard the name Mr. Ye.

She looked at her pajamas and noticed that they were full. She casually pulled them out and went to Ye-Mo's room.