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Returning to the bedroom, Xue Bao threw the gift on the bed and took some clothes to bathe and wash his hair. When he came out and saw the gift on the bed, he couldn't help but walk up to it and begin to open it.

What appeared before her eyes was actually a painting scroll. The drawing paper had already turned slightly yellow. Xue Bao became nervous and impatiently opened the painting. As she expected, it was the beautiful man she had seen in the Moon God Hall a few days ago.

This man called Yue Ye, looked very godlike like to Yan Junyi! She remembered that when she was visiting the Moon God Hall, she had asked if this painting was for sale. She did not expect Lan Ning to actually buy it for her.

Her heart was moved, Xue Bao stared at the beautiful picture of a man that she could not let go. This picture must be very precious, right?

I wonder how much this painting is worth? Could she, a pauper, afford it? If she could, she hoped to make up for Lan Ning's losses, because she really liked this painting too much.

At this time, Sister Liu came to inform her that Eldest Young Master was looking. Xue Bao replied and took down a mountain and river map from the wall. After exchanging it with Yue Ye, he reluctantly turned around and walked out.

When he arrived at Yan Junyi's bedroom, the familiar fragrance of the tea wafted into his nose. The fragrant tea was steaming hot and had obviously just been delivered.

Staring at the Demon Face Cup, Xue Bao thought of the weird sister bi, thought of Father Lin's test results, and said that he didn't detect any harmful ingredients to the human body. Then why would sister bi and Mr. Yan be so sneaky, as if they were thieves?

Xue Bao walked over and held the teacup in his hand. After taking a sip, he said to Yan Junyi who had just walked out of the bathroom: "I've already drank this tea. With my saliva, it's best that you don't drink it."

With or without problems, she hoped that he would stop drinking this tea and never drink it again. Just in case, the moment she saw this tea, she felt uneasy, as if it really was some sort of poison.

Yan Junyi laughed sarcastically, hugging her waist and exhaling on the side of her lips: "It's not like I haven't eaten your saliva before." He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

"Ugh …" Xue Bao didn't expect him to suddenly kiss him. Instinctively, he took a step back and supported his hands on the table. The warm breath that originated from his sturdy chest wafted over. That was his smell. He had not smelled it for several days!

Yan Junyi pulled her into his embrace. Xue Bao cried out in alarm. His right hand accidentally pulled the cup on the table. The pitiful Wry Face Cup dropped countless times. The tea scattered all over the ground, but the cup still remained intact.

"The cup dropped …" Xue Bao moaned in a low voice. He pretended to push Xue Bao's chest, but his lips involuntarily responded to his kiss. He shamelessly immersed himself in his gentle attacks. She liked this feeling!

Yan Junyi released her at this time, lowered his head and stared at her, lightly asking: "Is today's date going to be happy?" His hand unconsciously tightened around her waist, causing him to become angry …

Xue Bao didn't think that he would suddenly ask her about this, and immediately understood in his heart. Either he saw her at the Yu Xia Village, or just saw Lan Ning sending him home, so he knew that she went on a date.

But what qualifications did he have to be so angry? Xue Bao shook his head at the thought of the hateful Pagni. He fiercely scolded, "It was originally very fun, but unfortunately, we met a bastard in the middle of it! If you don't tell me you drove away after splashing all over my body with water, I swear that no woman will ever like him! "

Xue Bao scolded as he paid attention to the expression on Yan Junyi's face. What surprised her was that the face in front of her didn't have the slightest fluctuation of emotion, could it be that it really wasn't him? Hopefully not, or she'll be furious!

Being scolded by her to such an extent, Yan Junyi was naturally angry in his heart. He would never do something so outrageous. It was already merciful enough to splash water all over her body, but he still wanted to throw the two of them into the river!

"So the date went badly?" Yan Junyi raised an eyebrow, trying his best to endure the anger in his heart, but the hand that tightly gripped her waist still betrayed his feelings.

Xue Bao was stunned. Only now did he realize that he had placed too much emphasis on revenge. He forgot that his words could easily enrage him. Yan Junyi! He was such a tyrannical person, allowing her to call out Yu Er every day, yet not allowing her to dance with other men.

Xue Bao's thoughts moved, he looked up at him and suddenly asked: "That's right, First Young Master, you came to Stone Flower Mountain today to see Big Sister Yu Er right?" Stone Flower Mountain also seemed to be a dirt road, but the reason why she asked this was not because she was jealous, but rather because she wanted to remind him that she was being overly nosy.

Sure enough, Yan Junyi's expression changed. Shamefully, he calmed down and changed the hand on her waist to supporting her. He had gone to see Yi Yuer, but not to see Stone Flower Mountain, in Yu Xia Village … Too many memories.

He knew that he owed this woman a lot. A few days ago, he had bitten her and hurt her! Yan Junyi's hand gently pulled open her collar. The scab that had just formed on her neck was still somewhat shocking.

"Your wounds have yet to heal. Don't you feel embarrassed just by dressing yourself and running out?" Yan Junyi was indeed pained by her wound. His original intention was to blame her for not staying at home to recuperate and wander around, but her words ended up like this.

Xue Bao felt his transformation and smiled apologetically. "If someone asked me, I would say that my husband made a mark on my body. That way, no one would feel ugly."

As for that set of clothes … "Xue Bao frowned:" What do you mean by wearing it like that! I borrowed it from a good woman. I've never been through CUCCI in my life and I have to return it to her if I get the chance. "

Yan Junyi smiled. He felt a bit sad as he watched her blabber on and on. It was Yi Yuer's clothes, he could tell at a glance, and he guessed that she must have accidentally ran over to the Yi family to borrow his clothes.

"It's just a piece of clothing. It's fine if I don't have to pay it back." Yan Junyi held her tightly and took a light breath. Since Yu Er could no longer be used, returning it would have the same effect.

Xue Bao struggled out from his embrace and glared at him in annoyance. "To rich people like you, of course it doesn't matter."

She could see that the woman's family wasn't rich, but her daughter wore CUCCI, and although she didn't understand why, she believed that it must be valuable to her family.

"Alright, I won't say anymore." Yan Junyi hugged her, gently put her on the bed and carefully kissed her.

Xue Bao stared into his eyes, pouting as he protested, "Are you still concerned about my wound?"

Yan Junyi looked up at her, but did not say a word, because he did not know what to say. Xue Bao continued to protest. "If you are concerned, then why is it that there hasn't been any news for so many days? Why don't you even look at me?"

Aside from the one time he had seen her on the second day after his injury, Yan Junyi had never appeared again. She was angry in her heart, but even more so, she was aggrieved.

Yan Junyi still did not answer her. What should he say? Tell her, is he deliberately snubbing her, avoiding her love? Marry him. A woman who had fallen in love with him would only end up with a miserable ending …

Xue Bao wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, "Can you not leave me alone at home for so many days? "I'll be afraid …"

Yes, she was truly afraid. This strange Yan residence had always been the place she was afraid of, and the sometimes cruel and sometimes kind Old Master Yan, the cold and indifferent Mr. Yan … She was afraid, not in his arms, not even able to sleep.

Yan Junyi paused for a moment, but did not agree. He did not want to hear the words that came from her mouth again, words that would shake his heart.

This time, he did not call out Yu Er's name. Calmly lying in his arms, and listening to his rapid heartbeat, Xue Bao's face revealed a satisfied smile.

Perhaps one day, he would really remember her name, and she would no longer have to suffer this humiliation. Closing his eyes, Xue Bao curled up in his arms and shamelessly fell asleep.

The moon outside the window moved away in shame, heading to its proper place. After sleeping for who knows how long, Xue Bao was suddenly awakened by a painful sound. He didn't know when he was empty, but his body temperature was still there.

"Eldest Young Master …" Xue Bao suddenly sat up from the bed, rubbed his eyes and looked around before finally seeing Yan Junyi's figure in front of the french window. In the darkness of the night, he clutched his head and painfully curled up into a ball under the window, his mouth letting out a painful groan!

"Jun Yi!" Xue Bao rushed over barefooted, supporting him and anxiously asked, "What's wrong with you? "Where's the discomfort?"

She looked at him like something from the night of the fifteenth, but it wasn't the fifteenth! Could he be sick? Whether it was true or not, Xue Bao hurriedly stood up and tightly closed the curtains, preventing even the slightest bit of moonlight from seeping into the bedroom.

Then, she ran to the bedside table and switched on the dimmest light. Only then did she rush back to Yan Junyi's side, and hugged him until she was about to cry from anxiety: "Jun Yi, tell me what should I do?"

Right, should she contact Leng Yan? And then ask Leng Yan to bring a beauty over to take the blood? Just as Xue Bao was about to run out, Yan Junyi caught one of his hands. When he turned his head, he saw Yan Junyi's face pale from the pain.

Tell Mei Qi to stop! Don't play anymore! " Yan Junyi spat out these words while gritting his teeth, his hands still holding onto his head, as though he was forcing himself not to hear a sound.