Upon hearing this, Ming Qiancheng lazily glanced at Ming Beiya, a provocative smile playing on his lips, "Giving up just like that?"
"over thinking."
Ming Beiya didn't even raise his head, nor did he give Ming Qiancheng a glance. He uttered three words indifferently, his gaze still fixed on Shi Youmi.
Upon realizing this, Shi Youmi leaned back lazily on the chaise lounge, her fair hands outstretched in the air. "If Jinheng can 'lick' this orange juice clean for his mother, his mother might consider letting you meet her."
"Licking" is not the same as wiping.
To be honest, even Ming Qiancheng couldn't stand it. He felt that Ming Beiya disliked Shi Youmi so much that he would never agree to this request.
However, Ming Beiya's next answer completely overturned his worldview.
"good."
A word of indifference escaped Ming Beiya's lips, as if there were no emotional fluctuations, as if Shi Youmi's request was not excessive at all.
Ming Qiancheng frowned slightly, then relaxed, and sat in a more comfortable position, as if watching a play.
Shi Youmi lay on the chaise lounge, her fair hand outstretched in the air, waiting for Ming Beiya to arrive.
Ming Beiya merely lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment before taking a step towards Shi Youmi's direction.
When he was still a step away from Shi Youmi, he was almost thrown back by a huge force. The force was so strong that Ming Beiya immediately took a few steps back.
The palace doors were suddenly pushed open, swung wide to both sides, and a cool breeze blew in instantly, dissipating all the remaining warmth inside.
At that moment, everyone's gaze turned to the doorway, and when they saw the person who had entered, their eyes seemed to freeze.
A turbulent sea surged in Ming Beiya's dark eyes, his throat dry, "Asheng..."
Her voice was so soft it seemed to dissipate with a gust of wind. Mo Shisheng's left eye was bloodshot. She tilted her head slightly, looking at Shi Youmi sitting on the chaise lounge, and a faint smile played on her lips. "Do you have any shame?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Youmi was not annoyed, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "You interrupted my good time. I didn't expect you to awaken your demon eyes so quickly. It seems that Liangyu is really a waste."
"Isn't this the effect you wanted? It just means you had a shorter period of time to torment and exploit me. Are you disappointed?"
Shi Youmi sat while Mo Shisheng stood. If you ignored the sharp words in their tone, you would think they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time and were catching up.
Disappointed? Maybe.
With that, Shi Youmi chuckled, picked up a clean handkerchief from the side to wipe her hands, and slowly stood up from the chaise lounge. She was only wearing a thin gauze dress and walked towards Mo Shisheng.
Mo Shisheng remained motionless, watching Shi Youmi get closer and closer. His expression turned slightly cold, and his scarlet left eye gleamed with a strange light. "If you get any closer, I don't know what I might do to you."
“You have much more presence than your mother.”
Upon hearing this, Shi Youmi stopped in her tracks, gently playing with the strands of hair that were falling across her chest. "I guess you inherited your father's charisma, which is why you are much more capable than your mother."
Father?
Mo Shisheng found the word quite unfamiliar, especially coming from Shi Youmi's mouth, as if she and her father were old acquaintances.
But Mo Shisheng didn't want to know about her origins right now, because she had more important things to do. Her gaze slowly shifted from Shi Youmi to Ming Qiancheng, and then to Ming Beiya. "Where is half of my primordial spirit?"
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