Ling Li Mu, who had just taken a bath, was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He was wet and refreshing. His young and handsome face made people blush and their hearts beat faster.
No matter how wise Fu Xiyao was, she was still an 18-year-old girl. Suddenly meeting such a handsome man, there was always an inexplicable feeling between men and women.
Ling Li Mu stood tall and handsome beside the counter. He looked down at her and asked, "Are you hurt?"
Only then did Fu Xiyao notice that her little hand was held in his palm. Her pupils shrank slightly, and she almost instantly withdrew her little hand.
At this time, the old lady came over and asked, "Mu, Xiyao, what happened?"
Fu Xiyao's beautiful little face blushed, and her white skin was steaming. She bit her red lower lip with her teeth and was very ashamed and said, "I'm sorry, old lady. I wanted to wash the dishes, but I almost broke them."
The old lady laughed and said, "I thought it was a big deal. My daughter is made of water. The dishes were left there and Mu washed them."
Ah?
The old lady asked Ling Li Mu to wash the dishes for her …
She didn't want to do that.
Fu Xiyao was the little princess of Guding Castle. She was doted on by her grandmother, Qinglun's father and Shiyu's mother since she was a child. She was a standard young lady who didn't do housework. She had never washed the dishes by herself.
But she was good at everything, including zither, chess, calligraphy, painting and dancing.
Originally, the old lady cooked noodles for her, and she planned to wash the dishes, but she almost broke them. It was so embarrassing.
Now it was impossible for Ling Li Mu to wash the dishes for her.
Fu Xiyao raised her beautiful eyes and looked at Ling Li Mu. When she was about to speak, Ling Li Mu turned sideways and casually rolled up his sleeves. He really washed her dishes.
"Hey, Master Mu …"
Fu Xiyao quickly stretched out her white fingers and grabbed his sleeves.
Ling Li Mu turned his head and a pair of clean black eyes fell on her. The 18-year-old girl was wearing his white shirt. Her pure black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and a few strands of hair were tucked behind her ears. She had a small face, red lips, and white teeth. Her eyes were shining, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.
At this moment, the young girl looked up at him, panic and shyness overflowing from her watery eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ling Li Mu smiled.
Fu Xiyao tugged at his sleeve again. "I don't want you to wash me. I'll wash myself. I'll wash myself …"
The girl's soft voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of childishness.
"I'm fine." Ling Li Mu said.
The old lady stood by the kitchen door. "Xi Yao, it's not a shameful thing for a girl to not know how to wash the dishes. You don't have to wash the dishes at home, so why do you have to do it at our house? What kind of logic is this?"
As she spoke, the old woman walked in. "Xi Yao, hurry up and go watch TV in the living room. I'll make noodles for Ah Mu."
Fu Xiyao glanced at Ling Li Mu. Ling Li Mu's low voice was extremely soft, "Go ahead."
Fu Xiyao realized that she was still holding onto his sleeve. She quickly retracted her hand and quickly walked out of the kitchen without looking back.
…
Fu Xiyao sat on the sofa in the living room watching television. She raised her hand to cover her face. It was so hot.
She didn't know what was on the TV.
She only knew that her heart was beating faster and faster. It was out of control.
At this time, Fu Xiyao saw something. It was a picture of a cute kitten.
It turned out to be … Yuan Yuan.
Not long ago, on her 18th birthday, the cute and adorable Yuan Yuan suddenly ran to her feet. She fell in love with it at first sight and then took it home.
Yuan Yuan was the best gift she had ever received for her adulthood ceremony.
Why was the photo of Yuan Yuan here?
Could it be …
Fu Xiyao thought of a possibility. She was not sure, so she got up and walked over to have a closer look.
But she didn't look at the road, and her knee suddenly hit the corner of the coffee table.
Hiss.
Fu Xiyao gasped in pain, and her beautiful eyes were overflowing with a touch of redness.
At this time, there was a sound of strong footsteps. Ling Li Mu came over. "Are you hurt again?"
Fu Xiyao turned her head and looked at Ling Li Mu. She was not such a clumsy person, but she didn't know why she always made mistakes tonight. It was so shameful!
Fu Xiyao fluttered her long eyelashes. "Childe Mu, am I stupid?"
Ling Li Mu took two steps forward and slowly squatted on one knee in front of her. "Let me see. Can I?"
She was wearing his white shirt. The shirt was so big that it covered her knees. Now she hit her knees, so he needed to check.
Fu Xiyao looked down at him. Ling Li Mu squatted on the ground. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing his slender big hands and the expensive steel watch on his wrist. He reached out his hand and slowly approached her knees.
Fu Xiyao quickly stepped back as if she got an electric shock.
She didn't let him touch her.
Ling Li Mu looked up at her. The beautiful girl retreated to one side vigilantly. She looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, which was very funny.
Ling Li Mu stood up. "Can you walk to the sofa by yourself?"
Fu Xiyao moved a little and wanted to walk over, but her knees hurt so much that she couldn't walk.
At this time, she heard Ling Li Mu's low voice. "Let me hug you."
What?
Fu Xiyao suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him.
Ling Li Mu looked at her for three seconds. Then he walked over quickly and directly carried her in his arms.
"Hey, Childe Mu!"
Fu Xiyao, who was suddenly hugged, was so scared that she quickly put her little hands around Ling Li Mu's neck. She glared at him.
Why did he … suddenly hug her?
Ling Li Mu held her to the sofa. "This time I didn't give you a chance to refuse."
Just now he said, "Let me hug you," instead of saying that just now …
Fu Xiyao felt that this man was very strong and domineering. Now her two little hands were still around his neck. She didn't know whether to let go or not.
Her delicate body was in his strong arms. It was easy for him to hold her.
Even Rosen hadn't hugged her like this in her life. Now being hugged by him like this, Fu Xiyao's little face was burning.
"Well … Yuanyuan is a gift from you?"
Ling Li Mu looked down at Fu Xiyao in his arms. "Do you like it?"
He didn't deny it.
Yuanyuan was really a gift from him for her 18th birthday.
Why did he give her a birthday gift?
Fu Xiyao nodded her head. "Yes, I like it."
Ling Li Mu walked to the sofa and then lowered his tall and handsome body. He gently put Fu Xiyao in his arms on the sofa and left at the same time.
However, Fu Xiyao's long hair was entangled in the button of his shirt.
As soon as he moved, Fu Xiyao hissed.
"What's wrong?"
Ling Li Mu lowered his eyes, and his soft and thin lips suddenly pressed gently on her forehead.
There was one more thing.
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