Chapter 491: 491 Cute is your biological daughter! (2) _1
During the fight, there was no rest.
No ti to question why Song Yanxi was attacking him.
Right now, Song Yanxi’s hands were crossed, allowing her body to spin.
But Ye Mo followed her movents, keeping up with her spinning speed, even faster. Then, with a "thud," her back harshly hit the door panel. She groaned in pain, reacting instinctively to the hurt.
In the dark, her body was tightly held by him, "Why did you attack ?"
"Dai Yuan..." A drunken voice echoed in his ears.
Dai Yuan?
Pulling his attention away from other matters, he finally noticed the sll of alcohol on Song Yanxi.
Everyone got carried away and drank a lot, resulting in many drunken falls. He was so preoccupied with Eleven that he didn’t even notice Song Yanxi.
Given her speech, she seed to have drunk quite a bit.
He soon realized that the strength in the wrist he had seized was fading. She relaxed, her tense muscles easing.
"Song Yanxi? Do you still know who I am?"
"Dai Yuan..."
She murmured, her body gradually weakening, leaning into him.
Dai Yuan, was he her man?
"Hey, Song Yanxi?"
Ye Mo shook his chest a bit, only to find that Song Yanxi didn’t respond.
He let her lean against the door, releasing her hand, planning to leave to continue searching for Fei’er. Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, she slid down, and in the next second, fell into his embrace.
Ye Mo was irritated at his own reflexes; before his brain could react, his hands had already caught her.
Never mind.
He scooped up Song Yanxi in his arms and started for ho.
In such a drunken state, was her sudden attack when he opened the door just an instinctive protective reaction?
What a woman...
...
On his way back, he was looking for a room.
He had noticed several lavishly decorated resting rooms earlier, likely for guests to rest after their entertainnt.
Trusting his mory, he quickly located the approximate location and opened a resting room.
He turned on the light and planned to leave her on the bed and walk away. He still needed to find Fei’er.
As he got up, he felt sothing catching him. Along with a painful groan from Song Yanxi, he found that her long hair had gotten tangled in his wristwatch.
Song Yanxi had beautiful chestnut hair. The Song family was of Chinese-French descent; her mother was French. She must have inherited her mother’s beauty—prominent features, high nose, small lips, particularly those eyes, they were brown, but more vibrant and transparent than typical Asians’, as stunning as natural crystals.
Therefore, Ye Mo thought, her wavy hair must have been inherited from her mother, naturally curled.
Soon, Ye Mo realized he was thinking too much. What Song Yanxi looked like didn’t seem to have much to do with him.
Seeing a person and their distinct features imprinted in his mind was a persistent nuisance. He didn’t want to rember that much.
Ye Mo bent down to untangle her hair, considering that such beautiful, seaweed-like hair would be a pity to ruin by yanking it out forcibly.
Song Yanxi must have opened her eyes at so point. When Ye Mo looked up again, he was startled.
In her brown eyes that were distinctly different from theirs, lay a pair of beautiful eyes that took one’s breath away.
"Your hair is tangled in my watch," he explained.
Song Yanxi grabbed her hair and gave it a tug. Fearing that this might hurt her, Ye Mo leaned in closer, but unexpectedly, she suddenly hugged his neck and pressed her lips onto his.
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