It was just evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun stread through the window, enveloping her in a layer of golden light.
As if a dream had turned into reality, Nie Qing didn’t even blink, afraid that if he did, this scene would vanish.
Mu Yiliang humd softly, shaping the pastries one by one and placing them into molds.
At this mont, Nie Qing was completely imrsed in the past, not daring to relax even a bit.
Just how to put the arsenic in...
Luckily, she had her back to the man at this mont...
...
Half an hour later, the pastries were baking in the oven. While tidying up the table, Mu Yiliang turned around and smiled at him, "There’s still so ti until the pastries are ready. Co over, how about I teach you how to write your na?"
Nie Qing showed an eager expression and nodded vigorously.
Mu Yiliang wiped her hands clean and, as she passed by him, casually grabbed his wrist, "You’re really too thin... you need to eat more from now on."
She led him to the living room, quickly prepared the tools, and smiled gently, "Do you like the na Nie Qing?"
"I do..." he murmured softly.
"Let teach you how to write in clerical script then." Mu Yiliang picked up the brush, soaked it with ink, and wrote the two characters for Nie Qing on the paper.
Nie Qing stared blankly, his expression dreamy and surreal.
"It’s really beautiful..." he murmured, "Ah Ning..."
"Are you saying that I’m beautiful, or the writing is beautiful?" Mu Yiliang raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Both are beautiful..." His Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared blankly at her face, "Ah Ning, I’ll listen to you... don’t leave ..."
Mu Yiliang raised her hand and gently caressed his face, showing a satisfied smile, "Alright, from now on, you can be my little boy, okay?"
He nodded obediently like a child, a blissful and contented smile appearing on his face.
"Co on, the pastries are ready. Let treat you to so."
Mu Yiliang said softly.
Nie Qing obediently sat at the dining table, and Mu Yiliang placed a plate of freshly baked pastries in front of him.
"Pastries made by Ah Ning must be really delicious." He looked full of anticipation.
Mu Yiliang hesitated slightly but still picked up the piece from the top right corner and handed it to him, "Eat it while it’s hot."
Nie Qing took it, eager to try it. His complexion was still pale, and with his noticeably made-up face, it looked sowhat comically absurd.
But suddenly, Mu Yiliang felt a pang of reluctance.
Back then, Nie Qing wholeheartedly and innocently admired Ah Ning, even after being deceived and betrayed repeatedly, he remained infatuated.
No, she couldn’t soften her heart! The result of softening would be her being made into a specin!
So she restrained herself in the end, watching as the man devoutly took the pastry in his hand and started chewing.
He ate slowly, but earnestly, as if it was the best thing he had ever tasted in the world.
Mu Yiliang’s heart was pounding! Filled with both expectation and fear!
Nie Qing ate three pastries in a row before he stopped, slowly wiping the corners of his mouth, "They’re delicious, very similar to the taste in my mory."
Mu Yiliang’s heart leapt to her throat.
"Just now, I was really happy..." he said softly, "Ah Ning never treated so gently."
Mu Yiliang felt a sinking feeling in her heart! Did this man already suspect that there was sothing wrong with the pastries? Yet he still ate them without any defense!
"I always dread that if Ah Ning ever treated like this, I would die without regrets..." he said with a smile, but his face gradually turned an ashen blue!
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