I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 225 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (95)

Ye Zhao couldn't help but pinch him.

Hua Jingmian cried out in pain and stared at him.

Ye Zhao’s eyes were sore from staring, and he was defeated.

I rubbed my painful eyes and realized that I had been careless.

As a sober person, he shouldn't bother with a drunkard.

"It's late, go to bed first, okay?"

Hearing Miss Jiang coaxing him, Hua Jingmian felt completely softened.

On the contrary, he was very stubborn. "No... Miss Jiang, I have something I've always wanted to show you..."

Before he could get angry, Ye Zhao saw Hua Jingmian peeking out.

Like a thief, after making sure the surroundings were safe, he mysteriously took out a clay figure and gave it to him.

Looking closely, it was a Q version of Hua Jingmian, with a high ponytail, black clothes, and a serious expression.

Could it be...

Ye Zhao saw that the soil used was the same as the one Hua Jingmian had given him before.

To verify his idea, Hua Jingmian held the clay figurine in his hands, as if holding his true heart, "Last time, I made two in total, one is you, and the other is me."

"I...actually I'd rather give you mine and keep Miss Jiang's. That way, we can each have one..."

His mouth drooped, and endless grievances swept through his heart, "I'm afraid, afraid that you don't like it."

In fact, there are a lot of people who don’t like him.

Whatever those people do is none of his business.

But, Miss Jiang, don't hate him.

"Clap!"

A tear fell on Ye Zhao's brow, right on the cinnabar mole.

Ye Zhao's breathing became a little disordered and his heart beat irregularly.

The teardrops between his eyebrows seemed to shatter at the touch.

Hua Jingmian's eyes were sincere and passionate, reflecting his appearance completely, and only accommodating him.

He could never be cruel to Hua Jingmian. After all...

His forehead felt warm, their skin touched, Hua Jingmian rested her forehead against his, and their eyes met.

His eyes were filled with a myriad of brilliance, dazzling and bright. "Miss Jiang, where is your doll? Is it at the Jiugong Gate, or is it lost?"

Ye Zhao didn't say anything, but bit the tip of his tongue, trying to let the pain bring him back to his senses.

After not getting a response for a long time, Hua Jingmian became a little flustered and spoke quickly, "Miss Jiang, why are you ignoring me? Did I do something to make you unhappy?"

The feeling of uneasiness is unrelieved and keeps growing.

With a cold hand, Ye Zhao gently stroked his head. Ye Zhao unconsciously softened his tone, "I don't bother with drunkards, but I'm really not your Miss Jiang... Forget it, let's go to sleep first."

So as to avoid causing trouble.

"No, no..." Hua Jingmian's heart was filled with sourness, and it was about to turn into tears. "I'm afraid that once I fall asleep, I won't be able to see you anymore."

Then you can't lie on me all the time, it would be so painful for me.

Holding it in for a moment, Ye Zhao ruffled his hair and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Actually, when you fall asleep, you can dream about anything."

Hua Jingmian was persuaded, her eyes sparkling, "Then, Miss Jiang, can you sing a song for me?"

Sleeping service?

"I won't." Ye Zhao refused confidently.

"Didn't Miss Jiang's mother sing to you to sleep when you were a child?" Hua Jingmian looked innocent.

Ye Zhao looked weird, "Yes, there is, but..." This is not something you can listen to.

"Can't I listen?" Hua Jingmian bit her lower lip tightly, tears falling down her face.

Ye Zhao's eyelids twitched. He wanted to refuse, but seeing that he looked like he was about to cry, he had no choice but to say, "If I sing, you have to sleep?"

"Okay." Hua Jingmian smiled and got off him quickly.