Outside the door.
The little dumpling stared intently at Ming Beiya with its obsidian-like eyes, looking like it wanted to talk to him but didn't dare.
Seeing the two people in the bedchamber seemingly having endless things to say, Ming Beiya felt a sudden surge of irritation.
She wanted to rush in and pull Mo Shisheng out, but she was afraid that Mo Shisheng would be angry. She was conflicted and depressed.
When he turned his head, he saw the little dumpling standing to the side staring at him. Ming Beiya gave him a cold look and said, "What are you looking at me for?"
"You look like my father..."
"Like a ghost."
Ming Beiya was extremely irritable and impatient. Upon hearing what the little dumpling said, he immediately picked her up and placed her on the stone table.
Although it still makes me much shorter, at least it makes my neck less sore.
His long, narrow phoenix eyes were fixed on the little dumpling, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, and a cold light gleamed in his eyes.
The little dumpling was startled when it was suddenly lifted up and moved to a different position. Then it looked up and saw Ming Beiya staring intently at it.
The little dumpling shrank its neck. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Where does it resemble?
Ming Beiya spoke coldly, for some reason, he was inexplicably jealous of Xiao Tuanzi.
He saw the little dumpling nestled in Mo Shisheng's arms as soon as he arrived!
That's his spot!
"..."
The little dumpling was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"
I asked, "Where does it resemble?"
Seeing the little dumpling's bewildered look, Ming Beiya was furious but didn't know how to vent his anger. He took a deep breath and asked again, "Where does it look like it?"
"..."
The little dumpling was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Ming Beiya's face gradually darkening, he suddenly realized what was going on.
The little dumpling hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "I don't know either, I just think you look a lot like Daddy. If Daddy didn't have that black cloth covering his face, your eyes would definitely be the most similar!"
"..."
This left Ming Beiya speechless.
The little dumpling was right; he did indeed resemble Ming Qiancheng quite a bit, and what was even more similar was their eyes.
When the topic of eyes came up, Ming Beiya immediately thought of how Ming Qiancheng had lost his eyes because of him.
He felt even more agitated. He and Ming Qiancheng had been adversaries since childhood, and this was the first time he had ever owed Ming Qiancheng such a favor.
Although the ultimate goal was to avoid hurting Mo Shisheng, Ming Beiya still owed Ming Qiancheng this.
Seeing that Ming Beiya seemed even more unhappy, the little dumpling stopped talking. He shrank his neck and stood obediently on the stone table without uttering a word, being extremely well-behaved.
I'm trying my best to make myself less noticeable.
Meanwhile, after Mo Shisheng finished speaking and came out, she saw this scene: the little dumpling was standing pitifully on the stone table, its neck hunched, looking utterly pathetic.
Mo Shisheng frowned slightly and walked a few steps to Ming Beiya. When he saw Mo Shisheng come out, the light in Ming Beiya's eyes brightened a little. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that Mo Shisheng's expression was not right.
A hint of doubt flashed in Ming Beiya's eyes, just as she heard Mo Shisheng ask, "Why did you put the little dumpling on the table?"
"..."
Upon hearing that Mo Shisheng's first question upon emerging was about the little dumpling, Ming Beiya felt even more jealous, extremely sour.
"Um?"
Seeing that Ming Beiya did not answer, Mo Shisheng frowned and looked at him, "I'm asking you a question, what do you mean by not answering?"
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