Luo Qing Chen was surprised. She felt that Mo Yeâs eyes held many complicated things that couldnât be described.
She didnât understand this, but there was a strange feeling.
Could it be that he was reluctant?
âIt seems like young master Mo takes good care of the princess!â Feng Ling Erâs tone was clearly displeased. She leaned back on her couch and revealed one of her white thighs. She looked at Mo Ye with one hand on her cheek, âYou should know that Iâm very arrogant. There are many people who like me, but people rarely catch my eyes.â
Luo Qing Chen and Mo Ye looked up at the same time and unconsciously looked at each other.
Feng Ling Er was angry when she saw them looking at each other. She pursed her lips and said, âIf young master Mo cares that much about the princess, you no longer need to come to my Splendid Moon Hall. I can send all the wine that youâve brewed to the princessâ Shimmering Hall.â
Since she met Mo Ye, the impression he gave her was always of a modest young master.
He knew that she liked drinking wine, so he became a winemaker in the palace. No matter what wine it was, he could brew it.
Moreover, the wine that he brewed was fragrant and mellow, it was that delicious.
Whenever she drank the wine and danced, he would silently watch on the side. With a faint sparkle in his eyes, he was that beautiful.
But the only thing that she didnât understand was that he never made a move on her.
If a man didnât have any thoughts towards a woman, there was only one reason. It was that the woman wasnât charming enough.
For her, all men in this world would bow under her skirt. There was only that general that never lost and now this Mo Ye.
She would make a move if she couldnât get it, she was this kind of person. The more she couldnât have it, the more she wanted it.
âMiss Feng is mistaken!â Mo Ye slightly knitted his brows and narrowed his eyes to say, âItâs not easy collecting pear blossoms and there is only this jar of wine in this season. The princess doesnât understand wine, so it would be a waste......of this pear blossom wine.â
âHe, he......â Luo Qing Chen heard this and laughed at herself. She narrowed her cold eyes and revealed a bitter smile as she looked at him, âIs young master Mo reluctant to let this wine go?â
âAiyo, so itâs like this.â Feng Ling Er was very happy when she heard this and her gloomy look suddenly brightened.
It was like a spring breeze came across her face, filling it with pride.
She took a sip of the pear blossom wine and said, âThis really is good wine, young master Mo doesnât need to be like this. Iâve already received your intentions and if the princess wants a cup, thatâs fine. I donât mind since there will still be more wine in the future.â
Luo Qing Chenâs face turned very cold when she heard this. Every word from Feng Ling Er was filled with provocation and even sarcasm.
âMiss, hereâs the cup.â
âGood, good.â Feng Ling Er took the cup and filled it up before handing it to Luo Qing Chen, âItâs just a cup, thereâs nothing to be reluctant over.â
Luo Qing Chen gently held her fan in her right hand as her eyes turned cold.
This feeling of âcharityâ really wasnât good.
But âa loser couldnât keep losingâ!
âThen I have to thank aunt for your love.â Luo Qing Chen took the cup and looked at Mo Ye, preparing to chug the cup in her hand.
But in an instant, Mo Ye came forward and took Feng Ling Er by the waist with one hand as he took the cup of wine from Luo Qing Chen with the other.
Without a single word, he gently brought the cup of wine to Feng Ling Erâs mouth.
Feng Ling Er shyly lowered her head as a blush appeared on her cheeks, looking so enchanting and charming.
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