Never deeply in love

She quickly rubbed her eyes and put away her emotions.

She walked out with the noodles in her hand. If she hadn't eaten them in the evening, she would have eaten a little more if she had smelled the aroma of the noodles.

Bai Mingyue carried her face to the living room, put it on the table, and turned to call Mo Zihan.

In the quiet villa, only the sound of her high heels was heard.

She looked at the diamond high heels under her feet and suddenly realized that if she hadn't paid attention, she would have been able to move freely in high heels.

But at this moment, she was not very happy, only to finally complete the task of relief.

Yes, it was just one thing that Mo Zihan ordered her to do.

"Young master Mo, the noodles are ready."

Bai Mingyue walked up to Mo Zihan and saw him leaning on the sofa, slightly closing his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't know if he was asleep, but he still reminded him.

Mo Zihan did not react and did not move.

Bai Mingyue frowned and leaned closer. "Young master Mo, young master Mo -" he called out."

Mo Zihan suddenly opened his eyes.

That pair of bright eyes of autumn water immediately came into view, clear and quiet, as if far away from the bustle of a bright pool, for no reason to let people see it, it was quiet.

Seeing him wake up and look straight at her with his deep eyes, as if he had been looking into her heart, Bai Mingyue suddenly straightened his back.

Don't look away and remind him again, "Young master Mo, the noodles are ready, ready to eat."

Mo-tse han saw that she was a little uncomfortable and did not say anything. He stood up and walked towards the table.

A steaming bowl of noodles, full of fragrance, penetrated from the nasal cavity, as if it had spread all the way to the five internal organs and six stoops, and all over the body was convinced by it.

Mo-tse han took a look. The thick soup, the tender leaves, and the two poached eggs were lying on it. They looked good too.

He couldn't help but move his forefinger and pick up his chopsticks to eat.

Even with Su Zhe standing in his way, he drank a lot of wine during the social engagements outside. The exquisite dishes in the grand hotel, no matter how upscale they looked, were tasteless after eating too much.

It never occurred to him that eating a bowl of simple noodles by himself was more delicious than eating delicacies in a hotel.

Bai Mingyue looked at him as if he was really hungry. He gulped down his food, thought about it, and asked, "Young master Mo, can I leave now?"

"Shut up." Mo Zihan paused slightly with his chopsticks. "Pack up before you leave."

He gave her a cold look, and it was obvious that she would not leave until he had finished eating.

Bai Mingyue looked at his handsome profile and wanted to say that I would come and clean up later. He was eating delicious food, so she just stood there and watched, okay?

But in the end, she was smart enough not to say anything. She just stood there and did as he said. After he finished eating, she would pack up the dishes, right?

Bai Mingyue stood there with his hands down, looking at him quietly, waiting for him to finish eating.

Mo Zihan continued to eat the noodles. He looked different from the others. There was an indecipherable elegance in his every move.

Bai Mingyue had been trained by Mirin in the past few days to learn very systematic table manners. Although she learned quickly and well, and Mirin agreed with her, she always felt that she was very supportive.

Unlike Mo Zihan, his every move was a model of etiquette, but it was so elegant and natural.

Yes, it was natural as usual, not as deliberately as she had to carry it. No matter how natural it looked, it was also learned to pretend.

In less than five minutes, a bowl of noodles was finished. He pushed the bowl in front of him, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

I only felt that there was an indescribable cloth in my stomach. It was warm, satisfied and comfortable. "Clean up."

He glanced at Bai Mingyue and spoke.

He really made her look like a servant, and his bossy manner made Bai Mingyue want to stare him to death, but on second thought, it was better to be his mistress than to sleep with him.

So - let's do it.

Bai Mingyue resigned himself to his fate and went up to clean up the dishes. He had almost finished his soup, except for two poached eggs. He lay quietly at the bottom of the bowl.

Bai Mingyue looked up at him, and Mo-tse glanced at the poached egg in the bowl. "Remember next time, I like fried eggs, not poached eggs."

Bai Mingyue: ..."

What a freak.

If you don't like it, don't eat it. Rich people are such a waste.

But without saying anything, she picked up the dishes and walked towards the kitchen.

Mo Zihan's voice rang again. "After you're done, go to my room and put the water away. I want to take a bath."

It's not over yet, is it? She had to run all the bathwater. Didn't she have long hands?

Bai Mingyue gritted his teeth and turned to glare.

Mo-tse looked at her calmly. "Don't forget the rules of the agreement."

When Bai Mingyue heard this, he almost ground his teeth and accepted his needs anytime and anywhere, right?

This was not a mistress' adoption contract. She felt like a housemaid who had to be ordered to warm the master's bed.

"Let me remind you one more time that the agreement stipulates that you wait for an indefinite extension of the term of adoption."

A cold and clear sentence instantly repelled all of Bai Mingyue's resistance.

She didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, and walked silently towards the kitchen.

Mo Zihan, you pervert.

His legs were fake cripples, but his mind was a real cripple.

Bai Mingyue cursed him ten thousand times in his heart.

He walked into Mo Zihan's room and went to the bathroom to put his bath water away.

Bai Mingyue could not help but feel depressed when he saw that the room was either grey or black.

It was so boring that even the color scheme in the room was as tasteless as Mo Zihan's.

I hate it when I look at it.

Bai Mingyue went to run his bath water while complaining.

After a day of training and being told to do this and that, Bai Mingyue was very aggrieved and tired.

When the water was ready, she walked out of the bathroom. Mo Zihan had already walked towards the bathroom, blocking her in front of the bathroom door.

Bai Mingyue quickly stepped aside and said, "The water is ready."

Mo Zihan grunted. Under the snow-white light in the bathroom, her skin was as white as snow, but the hot water in the bathroom was steaming. Her face was dyed a little pink by the heat. Her face was pale and pink.

Mo Zihan's adam's apple moved uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but reach out and pinch her chin.

The touch was soft and smooth, like a fine jade made of goat fat.

Bai Mingyue was startled by his sudden action and quickly backed away.

But there was no escape, and his back was against the cold wall of the bathroom.

She looked into Mo Zihan's star-like eyes and felt a chill rising from her feet.

"Bai Mingyue, have you forgotten your identity?" Mo Zihan's voice was low and cold, and his eyes were fixed on her. An invisible sense of pressure came over him.

"How dare I forget?" Bai Mingyue lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze and squeezed out the words with hatred.