As the endless night blanketed the earth, he and she, who had spent the afternoon indoors, finally stepped out of their room and went downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Of course, the little fairy with weak legs was carried downstairs in a horizontal carry.
After going down to the first floor, Ye Minghan gently placed her on the living room sofa, bent down and kissed the top of her head, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
"Yan Yan, sit here for a while, I'll go cook rice first."
After he finished speaking, he immediately picked up a smooth, silk quilt from the side and covered her bare calves.
The girl, whose legs were still aching, released her small hands from his shoulders, nodded obediently, and uttered sweet words with a slight smile.
"Hanhan, I want to eat braised fish."
Young Master Ye, who had just straightened her collar, smiled upon hearing this, raised his hand to touch the top of her soft hair, and responded to her in a low voice.
"Okay, and here's the little cake I promised to make for you today."
Hua Qingyan rubbed against his palm like a cat, and when she heard the words "little cake," her bright, star-like eyes shone with intense light, and she hummed in agreement.
She then gave him a sweet kiss on the lips that were so close to hers.
Upon receiving a response from the beauty, Ye Minghan's deep eyes, which had previously concealed a violent streak, were now tinged with a hint of pleasure.
He kissed her back before straightening up and turning to walk towards the kitchen.
Her long, shapely legs, encased in well-tailored trousers, were so alluring that they almost made the girl sitting on the sofa stare in a daze.
In the previous small world, she was only 160 centimeters tall. In this life, she remains unchanged, exactly 160 centimeters.
By the age of eighteen, he had already reached 187 cm.
She was truly envious; the height difference was too great. Two years ago, she started wearing high heels again, just so that the contrast between them wouldn't be too outrageous.
Two years ago, she was only 155 cm tall.
Back then, she was afraid that her height would be fixed, so she ate a lot of goat milk and eggs to get back to her current height of 160cm.
Otherwise, if she were to face someone who is 187cm tall and is 155cm tall, she would really be devastated.
Even now, when she's wearing high heels, she has to stand on tiptoe, hook her arms around his neck, and pull him down to kiss him whenever she wants.
Fortunately, he never made her too tired.
He would lift her hips with his arms and kiss her directly while holding her.
The wonderful feeling of being so close to him always stirred her soul and gave rise to a strong desire to stay with him for all eternity.
Thinking of this, Hua Qingyan's beautiful face suddenly broke into a sweet smile, like gentle sunlight rippling across her cheeks.
She is so beautiful and charming that one only wants to possess her.
The living room was quiet and secluded.
Apart from the chirping of insects outside the French windows, there was no other sound.
She has lived in this era without electronic products for nearly twenty years and has long been accustomed to this tranquility, so she does not feel lonely.
She glanced at the spotless floor, then looked for slippers by the sofa; she wanted to get up and walk around.
Otherwise, lying in bed all day would make her feel like she was going to become useless.
But she searched all around and couldn't find any slippers, which showed how dedicated the servants were and how well they categorized items.
She could only hop to the shoe cabinet in the entryway, her feet wrapped in a blanket.
She didn't come to this villa often, but it was her property.
He would bring her here five or six times a year.
She wouldn't say she was very familiar with it, but she did know a little about where ordinary items were stored.
Moreover, she also knew that behind the villa, there was a mountain, and on the other side of the mountain was a small village.
A high wall was built between the villa and the mountains, making it difficult for outsiders to enter.
Since she and he didn't live here often and didn't have any important belongings stored here, only two people were assigned to guard the back of the villa.
After putting on her shoes at the entrance, Hua Qingyan stepped out of the gate, walked through the courtyard filled with lights, passed through the rose garden, and sat on the white swing.
Grasp the steel rope with both hands, put your toes on the ground, and push hard, and the swing will start to swing.
She looked up at the bright moon and stars of the night, and at the still shining "Night Face Star".
Although I've lived in this little world for over ten or twenty years, I haven't met many people, and I've been to even fewer places.
For the first seven years of my life, I lived in a small farmhouse in Yuncheng.
The place I've spent the most time in these past ten years is the private courtyard of the Ye family mansion.
Apart from the commercial streets of the capital, a few surrounding attractions, and this Bixiao Mountain Villa, I have never been anywhere else, let alone left Jiangdong.
Ten years ago, for the first half month after her Hanhan took her back to the Ye family mansion, he left early and returned late, and she could only sit idly in the desolate courtyard.
He said that one of the adopted sons of the Ye family, out of a sense of propriety, was trying to join forces with outsiders to attack Jiangdong.
He spent that time dealing with this matter.
The situation was unstable and urgent at the time.
He would leave for two or three days a month to handle miscellaneous matters.
Five years ago, he single-handedly restructured the national economy, finally stabilizing the chaotic situation.
After that, he stayed by her side day and night.
Hua Qingyan recalled the time they spent together, a sweet smile playing on her lips.
Just then, a shocked female voice rang out from the side gate of the courtyard.
"Hua Qingyan? How come you're still alive?"
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