Chapter 972 The Floor is Really Cold
Ye Xiaoman hadn't noticed it before, but now she discovered that Emperor Sword had a particularly hidden and silent sense of grievance.
It was late at night and Ye Xiaoman was about to go to bed.
This was the first night she slept alone after she woke up.
Xiao Chujing was registering to rent a teleportation array at the branch of Huantian Chamber of Commerce. He could see it but couldn't touch it, which made him feel uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Yue Mushan brought her some foot washing water. A monk doesn’t need any foot washing water at all; a cleansing spell can do the job.
Yue Mushan knew what he was thinking.
Ye Xiaoman said enthusiastically: "Amu, since you are here, why are you so polite to bring a foot basin? Just go to bed directly."
Yue Mushan blushed and said nothing. He knelt at Ye Xiaoman's feet and placed the basin of water next to her feet.
The Demon King personally knelt down to wash Shushu's feet. Shushu had never had such a glorious life.
Ye Xiaoman was smug for a moment, feeling that what was about to happen wasn't suitable for public viewing. She hinted to Xiao Chujing, "Senior Brother Xiao, let's end our communication here for today."
Xiao Chujing walked through the VIP channel and was taken to the location of the teleportation array by people from the Huantian Chamber of Commerce.
He looked at Yue Mushan who offered himself as his bedmate and understood what Ye Xiaoman meant.
"I want to continue watching over my junior sister."
Xiao Chujing cast a spell to make the communication frame invisible, and connected the communication symbol with his sea of consciousness. The people around him could no longer see or hear what was happening on Ye Xiaoman's end, only he could see it.
He would become irritated as soon as Ye Xiaoman's voice stopped. Now Ye Xiaoman was his air and he couldn't stop for a moment.
He stared at Yue Mushan's back in the picture. Now that things had come to this point, he naturally knew what might happen next.
Not only does he have to endure Sikong Qing, who is also a furnace tripod, but also all kinds of people outside... Oh, congratulations, Sikong Qing is already a half-dead vegetable, and he doesn't have to endure Sikong Qing anymore.
He said sullenly, "It's alright, little apprentice sister, you are free to do your thing."
Ye Xiaoman became restless. The pressure from the male protagonist was so great that she felt she couldn't be strong enough.
Yue Mushan rubbed her knees with his face and cat ears. The boy rested his chin on her knees and looked at her cutely.
After getting Xiao Chujing's approval, he silently put Ye Xiaoman's feet into the basin of water.
Ye Xiaoman looked at Yue Mushan for a while. The young man's tender face showed a jade-like white under the warm orange light, which looked very delicious. Then she looked at Xiao Chujing. He had already entered the teleportation array and was no longer looking over here.
Ye Xiaoman mumbled to Xiao Chujing, "I also think this is not good. After all, you are my cauldron. How can Amu surpass you?" Then she said, "I am Cherry Jam now."
In short, the more you try to cover up something, the more obvious it becomes, and there's a lot of drama.
He wants to be a scumbag, but also wants to pretend to be affectionate.
Yue Mushan helped Ye Xiaoman wash her feet as if nothing had happened. His soft fingers pinched the soles of Ye Xiaoman's feet, making Ye Xiaoman want to laugh. Her attention was quickly diverted from Xiao Chujing to him by Yue Mushan.
"The doctor said that unblocking the acupoints on the soles of the feet can help sister's blood flow more smoothly." Yue Mushan said with his eyebrows lowered.
As Ye Xiaoman expected, he did not simply massage the soles of her feet. He moved along her ankles and then to her calves.
The cat demon's eyes were filled with infinite tenderness as she looked up at Ye Xiaoman and gently bit her petal-like lips to leave a darker mark. This seductive force, combined with the boy's innocence, was like a small cat's paw, constantly scratching Ye Xiaoman's heart, making her feel neither up nor down.
Ye Xiaoman swallowed her saliva: "Amu, where did you learn to be so passionate?"
Yue Mushan's big tail gently patted Ye Xiaoman's calf, "Sister, you can't do it anymore. Amu still has more powerful methods to use."
Ye Xiaoman quickly said, "Use your best, and don't hold back."
He pointed at Xiao Chujing's communication box and said, "Senior Brother Xiao is watching too. It's a good opportunity for him to learn from him."
Yue Mushan moved the basin away and lay down in front of Ye Xiaoman, letting her feet rest on his abdominal muscles. He said, "I really want to become my cat-skin rug so I can step on it."
Ye Xiaoman was shocked: "This is a bit beyond the scope."
Yue Mushan let go and said, "Sister, please pay attention to Amu."
Ye Xiaoman was even more shocked: "What if it goes wrong?"
Yue Mushan said, "I want my sister to bite me to pieces."
"The demons are actually very violent."
Ye Xiaoman: "Is that so..."
As the two were pushing and pulling, two communication talismans suddenly flew out from Ye Xiaoman's sleeves. After the talismans burned out, two more communication boxes appeared on both sides of Xiao Chujing's communication box, one on the left and one on the right.
Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming appear in the left frame, and Jiaying appears in the right frame.
The three boxes are not on the same straight line, but on a curve, so the men can see each other.
Ye Xiaoman thought that Jiaying, Ji Weiming and Ji Wenyi had finally seen the letter she left behind, and they all came to find her.
Before Ji Weiming and Ji Wenyi could say anything, Jiaying had already called out, "Yan..."
Jiaying was locked in a small dark room. The huge space was covered only with a white quilt. Jiaying held Ye Xiaoman's handwritten letter, covered his heart with his hands, fell on the velvet quilt, and cried like a tearful baby.
The moment he saw Ye Xiaoman, he was completely speechless. He was crying so hard that he didn't even have the strength to get up. His curled up body shook violently from time to time, and he hiccuped from crying.
The letter paper and pillow were wet with tears.
Yue Mushan, who was interrupted halfway through burning: "..."
Xiao Chujing, Ji Wenyi, and Ji Weiming were completely speechless: "..."
Ye Xiaoman was the only one in the audience who was moved by Jiaying. She moved her feet from Yue Mushan to his abdominal muscles with genuine emotion, and hurried to Jiaying's frame to talk to him who was lying on the ground on his side.
"Don't cry, oh, your eyes are red from crying, and my heart is broken from crying."
Ye Xiaoman comforted Jiaying softly. When Jiaying heard it, he was overwhelmed with grief and cried even harder. This was an emotion he could not control. It was like a dam that had been holding back a mountain torrent for a long time and finally broke, and he fell into collapse.
He looked at Ye Xiaoman with his red eyes, the corners of his eyes turned red and tears kept flowing out of his eyes.
Ye Xiaoman touched the screen and stroked his hair, continuing to coax him patiently: "Alright, alright, if our Saint Son tears his eyes out, I'll be heartbroken."
Ji Wenyi, whose eyes were already damaged: "..."
Yue Mushan, who was lying on the ground, was neither sure to continue lying nor to get up: "..."
It has become a real cat carpet.
My back feels cold from lying down.
What's even colder is the cat's heart.
Ye Xiaoman's voice comforting Jiaying echoed in the room. Ye Xiaoman comforted Jiaying for almost 20 minutes before Jiaying's emotions gradually stabilized.
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