Quick Wear Peace

An Ning stared at Yu Mingye's eyes, trying to see something from them, but his eyes were clear.

Just like the person An Ning saw in Fengwu’s room last night was fake.

"So do you remember what you were doing last night?" An Ning patted his hands, signaling him not to get excited.

"I went to Yan's Mansion yesterday." Yu Mingye recalled what happened yesterday, but his memory of what happened after he entered Yan's Mansion was vague, as if there was a layer of cloth covering it.

I tried hard to recall what happened yesterday, but the more I tried, the more my mind felt torn apart.

"Okay, okay, if you can't remember, don't think about it anymore." Looking at his forehead, which was already covered in sweat and the blue veins on his head, it looked like a group of winding snakes were coiled on it.

An Ning quickly comforted him, patting his back gently. Her voice was gentle, and the familiar sandalwood seemed to have healing properties. As An Ning comforted him, his stiff body began to relax.

He lay gently in An Ning's arms, breathing heavily, and holding An Ning's wrist tightly.

He slowly calmed down, let go of An Ning's wrist, and saw that a circle of bruises had appeared on the white and soft wrist. He stroked it with some heartache, his eyes full of guilt, "I didn't mean it..."

"I know, I know, I know..." An Ning soothed his emotions, with an undercurrent in her eyes.

What exactly happened? She knew Yu Mingye's character. He would not lie. If he did it, he would definitely admit it openly.

It seems there is some hidden secret.

"Xiaoyi, check if there is anything unusual about Yu Mingye?" An Ning's eyes were deep, with undercurrents flowing in them, as if some monster was roaring.

"Okay." Xiao Yi started investigating without saying anything.

After all, this world is related to their points and also to himself.

Seeing that Yu Mingye was about to cry, she reached out her hand to his shoulder and pushed him. Yu Mingye, who was still looking at the bruise on An Ning's wrist with heartache, didn't notice it and was easily pushed onto the bed.

Yu Mingye looked at An Ning in a daze. An Ning had a smile that a domineering president usually wore, three parts of ridicule, three parts of indifference, and four parts of indifference. He lifted his chin and forced him to look into his eyes, "Man, are you playing with fire?"

Yu Mingye's eyes widened, his eyeballs shrank slightly, as if he saw something incredible, and his mouth opened slightly.

Her eyes were full of disdain and her temperament was cold, but the doting in her eyes and the crimson corners of her eyes and her rosy face added a feminine softness to her.

Soft hands caressed his cheeks, causing shivers to run through his body, which was shaking with excitement.

Yu Mingye's expression changed immediately, his eyes were full of anger, tenacity and indomitable spirit, like a little poplar in the desert, facing all the difficulties in front of him unyieldingly, "I will not yield to you."

This performance is absolutely amazing, especially the look in his eyes.

"Very good, man, you have completely caught my attention." With a sneer, his eyes full of disdain.

He lowered his head and kissed those lips that were pursed into a straight line stiffly. I didn't know when the tightly pursed lips opened slightly, as if inviting something.

But soon An Ning no longer had the mood to sigh. Yu Mingye's hand was on the back of her head at some point, and he looked at An Ning with cunning eyes.

It seems to be saying, you bumped into this yourself.

An Ning closed her eyes and endured what she shouldn't have to endure.