No one has ever dared to be this bold!
Feng Su was the first.
Yu Yan closed her eyes; she had almost knocked the person out just now.
A gentle massage came from his temple; the boy's pressure was just right.
Yu Yan had a momentary illusion that she really did have a headache.
Actually, she was just thinking that the red rabbit could be a bit annoying sometimes.
"Is Master feeling any better?"
Feng Su had knelt down on one knee on the couch without anyone noticing.
He wrapped his arms around Yu Yan's head.
"Mmm," Yu Yan could only respond softly.
Feng Su's phoenix eyes sparkled, and he smiled happily.
"Then I will massage Master more often from now on."
Yu Yan: "No," definitely.
"Consider it a token of my filial piety."
Feng Su spoke again before she could refuse.
Filial piety?
Yu Yan opened her eyes.
Filial piety is good, and it's safe.
The woman didn't speak again, and the two of them, one big and one small, remained quietly in the main hall.
No one mentioned Xiaoyan's question anymore.
"Master, you seem to value Junior Brother Ji very much?"
After considering it for a moment, Feng Su couldn't help but speak.
His gaze fell on the woman's hair adorned with a white jade tassel hairpin, and his hands continued their movements, each touch gentler than the last.
He skillfully concealed his jealousy beneath the silver mask.
Her eyes were as clear and affectionate as ever.
Yu Yan scanned his face with her divine sense and confirmed that he was merely puzzled.
The woman changed her position to make it easier for Feng Su to massage her.
She had her back to him.
"Your junior brother, before..."
Yu Yan paused in her speech.
Feng Su listened intently. What happened before?
"He had a very difficult time before, please take good care of him."
We must make him feel the true meaning of righteousness and sincerity, and prevent him from easily falling into demonic possession.
Of course, she will keep a close eye on Ji Wuye.
Feng Su paused in his movements.
Are you having a bad time?
So, is Master feeling sorry for and pity him?
Did she ever feel sorry for him back then...?
The hand on her forehead stopped, and Yu Yan simply removed it.
Feng Su regretfully withdrew his hand, remaining kneeling on the couch.
"How bad is it?" he asked, almost as if possessed.
Yu Yan sensed something was off about his tone.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Su pulled back his knees, took two steps, and turned to stand in front of Yu Yan.
The eyes beneath the mask seemed to be moist.
Meeting Yu Yan's concerned gaze, the boy hesitated to speak.
He didn't say anything in the end, and ran out.
Behind
The woman in white furrowed her brow, and he asked her how bad it was.
It wasn't that she didn't want to answer; it was that she simply didn't know.
According to the book, Ji Wuye's childhood was extremely miserable.
In short, it's not good.
What's wrong with Feng Su? She feels like he's about to cry.
The boy felt as if he had come back to life when he stepped out of the main hall.
He even impulsively wanted to tell his entire past.
But his master never asked him.
Does she not want to know, or does she not care?
Feng Su looked up at the sky, and before him was the image of the woman who had dragged him away by the back of his collar five years ago.
The boy forced a smile, and the moisture in his eyes gradually returned.
Only a faint pink remains.
Ji Wuye happened to see this scene when he came out of the room.
His gaze fell on Feng Su's reddened eyes.
The short sleeves couldn't hide the boy's clenched fists and the veins on the back of his hands.
My senior brother only went in with her once.
Why are you crying?
Could it be...?
Malicious speculation began to fester in my mind.
Ji Wuye stopped the budding problem in time; perhaps he had misunderstood...
He released his grip and walked towards Feng Su.
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