??Chapter 135: Chapter 135 Ya Molian, you… okay!
Chapter 135: Chapter 135 Ya Molian, you… okay!
But why did she feel that she could trust his words?
She knit her eyebrows slightly, shifting her gaze from Lin Changhong to the vast expanse of Manghuang Mountain behind her, scanning for a figure.
Could it have been Ya Molian’s doing? Did he intentionally leak Zhou Liang’s news to her brother? In other words, did he know what she wanted to do and has secretly co to her aid?
“No, it couldn’t be.”
She shook her head, feeling that she paid too much attention to Ya Molian, almost to the point of obsession.
“What can’t be?”
Lin Changhong suspiciously looked at his sister, inquiring.
“It’s nothing. It’s just that the news seems a bit too coincidental. Brother, would you accompany
to see how the digging in the pond is progressing?” Lin Caisang shook her head, intending to move on from the topic.
…
That night, after a long day’s hard work, all mbers of the Lin family had retired to their rooms. Lin Caisang was the last one, she sorted out her dicinal herbs quickly before returning to her room.
However, she froze as she set foot in her room upon seeing the person inside, her other foot had yet to cross the threshold.
She turned around, re-confird the house number in the yard to be sure that this was her room, then she went in with a pale face, stifling the urge to slam the door behind her.
“What are you doing here, Ya Molian?”
She took a deep breath, staring at the man who had intruded into her room, casually settling himself on her bed.
Was he trying to infuriate her to death?
Ya Molian lifted his head, his dark eyes slowly locking onto her, his left hand still gently stroking the soft quilt.
“Waiting for you.”
Lin Caisang: “!!!”
Why does this simple conversation involve such complicated emotions? Why does she feel like being a wife waiting for her husband’s return?
Isn’t this too absurd?
“I know, but why are you in my room?” This is my room!
Lin Caisang shouted internally. Doesn’t he understand the saying, “n and won shouldn’t touch each other?”
Genders are segregated after the age of seven. One is twenty, and the other is thirteen. They are beyond the age of seven – isn’t this clear enough?
“I know this is your room.”
Ya Molian responded indifferently, as if unfazed by the anger boiling in her eyes.
“Or would you prefer
to wait for you in the yard? It’s also not a problem.” Before finishing his words, he had already tried to brush past her to the door.
Lin Caisang was speechless because of Ya Molian’s audacity: “…”
Just as his fingers were about to touch the doorknob, she quickly pulled him back.
“You… alright then, Ya Molian!”
She gave him a thumbs up. At this mont, she was truly in awe of Ya Molian’s mind—how did he think, and how could he be so unique?
“Why are you in my room?” she quietly asked.
“Waiting for you,” Ya Molian replied.
Lin Caisang: “???”
Why had the conversation turned back in a circle?
She had heard this exact phrase just monts ago. Can’t he say sothing new?
“What are you waiting for
for?” she asked.
In response, Ya Molian stretched out his left hand and lifted her right hand. The next mont, Lin Caisang felt a warm object in her hand and instinctively recoiled.
“This is…”
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