Banned from marriage for 100 days, hateful imperial dictatorship

  "What I'm asking is her."

  "Ah, Miss Ye has been lying in bed since she got back, and hasn't even touched a single bite of the food we sent over."

  Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she waved her hand: "Go buy some breakfast and come back, something easy to digest."

  That man is ready to leave.

  "Wait, go to the bookstore and buy a few fairy tales back."

  When that person left, Feng Chen Mo pushed open the door.

  The door of the rest room was locked, he tried his best to open it with the lightest force.

  The room was very dark, and the curtains were still open as they had been when I left yesterday.

  He quietly walked into the room and saw that the food and dishes were still on the cabinet beside the bed, apparently untouched.

  She lay on the bed with only half of the quilt covering her body, the rest had slipped to the floor. She hadn't changed out of her clothes and hadn't even taken off her shoes, just lying there with her face buried in the pillow.

  Fengchenmo looked at her for a while, then bent down to help her pull up the quilt.

  He muttered something under his breath and leaned in closer.

  Vaguely heard a name.

  Shao Xuan.

  Shao Xuan, he had this two words stuck in his mouth, feeling somewhat familiar.

  What's the relationship between this man and her? Was yesterday's loss of composure because of him? Were those scorching tears also shed for him?

  Is this really her true heart? That man, is he really the one she truly loves with all her heart?

  So what is she herself? Her sugar daddy? Her bank? The tool for her to climb up the social ladder?

  Fengchen Mo's eyes gradually cooled down, and he actually worried about such a woman, which was really ridiculous.

  He stood up without any further hesitation and turned to leave.

  The little one has already quietly woken up.

  "Who?"

  Fengchenmo didn't respond, his tall back gave people a kind of intangible pressure.

  She sat up slowly, her head aching slightly and her voice hoarse. She couldn't help but rub her forehead.

  "Director Feng, didn't anyone teach you that barging into someone's private quarters is very impolite?"

  The sound of wind, dust and ink is elegant and indifferent, invisibly pushing people far away.

  "Know your place, you are just a temporary resident here."

  "I don't care about all that, I live where I want to, otherwise you can kick me out."

  That unreasonable and mischievous little thing is back again, with her hair disheveled from the wind and dust. He suddenly realized that he missed this side of her, so full of life, never knowing when to admit defeat.

  He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth: "You think I don't dare?"

  Stars twinkling in his eyes, eager to try.