Chapter 523 Master, the Western Chu secret guards have just arrived tonight.
Lan Xiyue watched him eat until his forehead was slightly sweaty, with a look of satisfaction on his face. She couldn't help but chuckle, with a hint of nostalgia and mischief in her eyes: "What is this? In the world I came from, this is called 'instant noodles'. Only those 'overtime workers' who work late and have no time to cook, or lazy people like me who are too lazy to do it, will eat it frequently. But..." She wrinkled her small nose, "No matter how delicious something is, you will get tired of it if you eat it every day."
Mo Liyuan paused slightly as he heard this, then raised his head. His deep gaze, through the lingering heat, fell on her face, a subtle hint of nervousness and inquiry in his eyes. "Yu'er... your original world sounds much better than this. Have you... truly never thought of going back?"
Lan Xiyue met his gaze without hesitation, a gentle and determined light spreading in her clear eyes.
She put down the bowl and sighed softly, her tone completely relieved and resolute: "I've said it so many times, there's no going back, and..."
She paused, her voice softening with a hint of attachment. "No matter how good that world is, it doesn't have you, Mo Liyuan. There, I have no relatives and am all alone. Here..."
She looked around the kitchen, which was filled with the smell of smoke, and finally her eyes fell back on his face. Her smile was warm and genuine. "With you, this is my home."
Mo Liyuan looked at her steadily, and the last trace of hidden worry finally disappeared completely. A solid and fulfilling warmth spread from the bottom of his heart, soothing every part of his body.
He said no more words, but lowered his head again and began to eat the noodles with even greater pleasure, his movements filled with pure joy and satisfaction.
Lan Xiyue held her chin and looked at the regent who was powerful and decisive. At this moment, he was like a child who had received his favorite candy. His taste buds were completely conquered by a bowl of ordinary instant noodles and he ate it with great relish.
Under the flickering candlelight, the lines of his handsome profile were softened.
She couldn't help but arch her eyebrows, and two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. She laughed in her heart: Who would have thought that the powerful Regent of Dongyao likes to eat instant noodles.
Mo Liyuan ate at an astonishing speed, but the elegance engraved in his bones did not diminish at all.
The silver chopsticks flew between his slender fingers, and the golden and shiny instant noodles in the bowl decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Lan Xiyue had just finished eating half of his meal, the large bowl specially prepared in front of him was already empty, with only a little bright red soup swaying at the bottom of the bowl.
He put down the bowl, and his deep eyes naturally fell on Lan Xiyue's bowl.
His gaze was focused, with a subtle, unsatisfied desire, like some large cat examining its prey.
Lan Xiyue immediately became alert and subconsciously used her slender arms to protect her half bowl of noodles. She slightly opened her cherry lips and chewed and swallowed carefully.
She muttered to herself: What a joke, I'm not full yet, and this is the larger bowl specially prepared for him!
Not until the last mouthful of noodles covered in rich soup slid into her throat did Lan Xiyue put down the bowl with satisfaction. When she raised her eyes, she met Mo Liyuan's eyes full of "sorrow".
"Yuer," he said in a low, pleasant voice, with a hint of grievance, "next time when I cook these noodles, can you... add more?"
Lan Xiyue was at a loss for words and glared at him angrily, "Such a big bowl, and you're not full yet?"
Mo Liyuan raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, and his thin lips curled up into a smile that seemed to be neither smile nor laughter. He said confidently: "It's not that the quantity is insufficient, but this king... thinks it is particularly delicious."
Lan Xiyue looked at his rare, almost childish persistence, and her heart softened as a faint smile spread across her lips: "Okay, got it. I'll cook more for you next time."
Mo Liyuan then stood up with satisfaction, and his large palm naturally took Lan Xiyue's slightly cold little hand.
The two walked side by side in the moonlight, across the courtyard, and into the quiet main courtyard.
As soon as she stepped into the inner room, Lan Xiyue turned around abruptly like a frightened deer, looking at the man behind her with full vigilance, with a light of "keep away from strangers" flashing in her eyes: "Mo Liyuan! I warn you, I just want to have a good sleep tonight, you'd better put away those...inappropriate thoughts!" The "tiredness" of the day was still fresh in her memory, and at this moment she just wanted to reminisce with Zhou Gong.
Mo Liyuan looked at the person in front of him who was as if facing a great enemy, and a low chuckle escaped from his throat with a bit of teasing: "When did I ever say what I was going to do? Yue'er is so alert, it seems like... you are inviting me to have some other thoughts?" He deliberately dragged out the last word, with a mischievous look in his eyes.
Lan Xiyue was choked by his words, her pretty face turned red with anger, and she simply ignored him.
She walked quickly to the bedside, and swiftly took off her outer garment, embroidered shoes and silk stockings, leaving only her plain white undergarment. Like a nimble fish, she slipped into the brocade quilt, wrapped herself tightly like a cocoon, and rolled herself hard, firmly occupying the innermost side of the bed, leaving him with only her round, defensive back.
Mo Liyuan looked at the "quilt roll" and shook his head helplessly, but the smile on his lips did not diminish.
He calmly took off his outer robe, boots and socks, and went to bed wearing only his clothes.
The brocade quilt was firmly occupied by Lan Xiyue, and he reached out and gently pulled the corner of the quilt.
"What are you doing?" A muffled, wary voice immediately came from under the quilt.
Mo Liyuan's voice instantly took on the perfect amount of grievance: "Yuer, I don't want to do anything. I just want to... hold you and fall asleep."
Before he finished speaking, he exerted a little force with his arms, and the "cocoon" wrapped in the quilt was easily held in his arms.
Across the soft quilt, his strong arms wrapped around her. He lowered his head and placed a gentle, soothing, cherishing kiss on her smooth forehead. "Go to sleep, Yue'er," he whispered, his breath caressing her temples.
Lan Xiyue's body stiffened slightly, and when she felt that he really had no further intentions, her tense nerves slowly relaxed.
His refreshing and pleasant scent lingered at the tip of my nose, and the warm embrace dispelled the last trace of vigilance, and sleepiness came like a tide.
She adjusted herself to a comfortable position in his arms, her breathing soon became even and long, and she fell into a deep sleep.
After confirming that the person in his arms was soundly asleep, Mo Liyuan carefully released his arms, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a rare treasure.
He got up quietly, put on his robe, tied his belt, and left the warm bedroom silently.
The moonlight under the corridor was like water, and Tianyi's figure was like a statue blending into the night, having been waiting for a long time.
Seeing Mo Liyuan coming out, he immediately bowed and saluted, his voice very low: "Master."
Mo Liyuan simply said "hmm" and his expression had returned to his usual coldness.
He walked straight to the study, and Tianyi followed closely behind him.
In the flickering candlelight of the study, Tianyi respectfully presented a small, sealed bamboo tube: "Master, an urgent report from the Western Chu secret guards, they just arrived tonight."
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