telling Yimo the truth, Tong Ma felt guilty.Father Tong stood there in silence.Tong Yimo made up her mind, took her household registration from her father's book, then dragged her suitcase and left th...Cold Night Chen raised his hand and cupped Tong Yi Mo's cheek, softly commanding, "Xiao Xie, say it again. I love you!"

"I love you." Tong Yimo replied without hesitation.

As expected, she would do whatever he asked her to.

He obeyed his commands without any emotional coloration.

Such a sacrifice made him deeply feel what it meant to have someone but not her heart.

At this moment, he could do anything to her, make her dance to his tune.

But he didn't want her to do anything for him.

Such a being, like a shell without a soul.

In the cold night, Chen Ying's handsome face was mixed with pain and helplessness. He lay back, pillowing his head with one hand and spreading the other, softly coaxing, "Come here, lie in my arms and sleep with me."

Tong Yimo almost completely obeyed the command, leaning forward and crawling over before slowly lying down, resting her head on his strong arm and leaning against him in his embrace.

"Hold me!" Leng Ye Chen said coldly.

Tong Yi Mo raised her hand, circled his chest, and hugged him tightly.

She was like a magical doll, completely obedient to his every command.

In the cold night, Leng Yechen hugged Tong Yimo into his arms. He slightly tilted his head and kissed her forehead, gently inhaling the scent of lemon from her hair.

The scent of her, he would never forget for the rest of his life.

"Be good, close your eyes and sleep well." Leng Yechen slowed his tone, gentle and soft like coaxing a child to sleep, he softly said, "I love you, for my whole life, I only love you."

Her body was soft and fragrant.

Cold Night felt a sense of contentment knowing he could experience this fleeting happiness at this moment.

Tong Yimo slowly closed her eyes and slept peacefully.

This was how many times she had woken up on her big brother Leng Yechen's bed, Tong Yimo had completely forgotten.

Last night's events, she had no recollection of at all. Her last memory was only when Fernand offered her red wine, and vaguely remembered him saying something about the kind of medicine she wanted being inside her stomach already.

Tong Yimo sat up from the bed, carefully examining the sheets, then looked down at herself.

The sheets are clean!

Her clothes are intact!!

So...

Ah—

Tong Yimò patted her chest and let out a breath.

However, speaking of which, Big Brother Leng Yechen shouldn't do anything to her, right

After all, she's his sister!

Big brother definitely wouldn't dare to mess with her!!

But last night, what her big brother did to her, she really doesn't remember anything.

Tong Yimo hugged her knees and sat on the bed, suddenly daydreaming.

It's pretty clear that last night, she was most likely "sold" to Fernández.

Fernando, that old fox, is probably laughing and counting his money behind my back right now.

It seems she was too naive!

Tong Yimo felt a bit indignant, unwilling to be tricked by that "old fox," Ferrand. She decided to play a trick on him as well.

After finishing the meeting, Leng Yechen returned to his office as CEO. It was nearly noon, and there was still no movement upstairs, so he went up alone.

And at this moment, Tong Yimo was wearing an apron and standing in the open kitchen, busy working.

In the cold night, Leng Ye's sword brows twitched slightly. He thought to himself, could it be that Yimo's medicine hadn't worn off yet

"Xiao Xie, come sit on my lap and rub my temples for me." Leng Yechen walked over, pulled up a chair at the dining table, sat down calmly, and ordered.

He went to bed late last night and got up early this morning. He had meeting after meeting all morning, which has left him feeling overwhelmed and dizzy.

Tong Yimo was startled both physically and mentally.

She was just busy cooking and didn't notice at all that Big Brother Leng Yechen had already come up.

Besides, he called her "Xiao Xie" behind her back and asked her to sit on his lap and massage his temples. What's the meaning of that

A sense of foreboding crept into my mind.

Could it be...

Yesterday night, did Big Brother also order her around like that!

Tong Yimo was instantly angered and embarrassed. She turned off the stove, picked up a glass, filled it with cold water, and pretended to be calm, putting on a fake smile as she turned away.

Originally, she wanted to cook him a lunch and try to win him over, hoping he would agree to help her deal with that old fox, Fernand, in "Night of the Wolves."

It seems like it's no longer necessary!

Cold Night, Chen looked at Tong Yimo walking toward him, the corners of his mouth involuntarily rising slightly.

If she were his wife, he felt that at this moment, he would be the happiest man in the world.

Every day after work, returning home to see my beloved woman cooking for me, and then being able to hold her in my arms and let her give me a massage.

How pleasant a day this is...

However, before his fantasy could reach its climax in his mind, a bucket of cold water was thrown on him, pulling him back to reality.

Lán Yè sank a face of confusion, his handsome face dotted with water droplets, staring in astonishment at Tong Yǐmò.

Tong Yimo stood right before him, a glass that was now empty clutched in her hand. She glared at him with righteous indignation.

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